To Pants

You are always there

Keeping legs warm

And groins hidden

Holding our keys and wallets

As we go about our day

You come in many forms

Some to swim

Others to hug and lift

Even those that hide

Beneath their larger brethren

We use you for all tasks

Carrier of essentials

Hider of shame

Napkin on the go

Your jobs know no bounds

The abuse that you withstand

Shredded knees

Frayed cuffs

Eternal stains

Of long forgotten sources

Do you believe

That we take you for granted

Wearing you out

And never giving thanks

Before we throw you out

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.
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8 Responses to To Pants

  1. rawencounterswithestella says:

    Love!! What an interesting tribute to pants! πŸ™‚

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  2. Clever! Would make great script for a Calvin Kline or Levi commercial. πŸ™‚

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  3. Katie Bieker says:

    I love it! Ode to pants! Also love the new format. It’s nice to have the colorful cool of the trees in the background while keeping it clean in the field where you’re trying to read. Like like like.

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    • slepsnor says:

      Thanks. I was hoping people would get a kick out of the pants poem. It definitely looks a lot better and clearer than the last one. Guess my curiosity-induced icon click that undid the old theme was a smart move.

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