Ode to a Blue Hooded Sweatshirt.

There once was a hoodie of blue
That loved me back when it was new.
The sleeves kept me warm
And the hood kept me dry
And hoodies just like it were few.

But now after years of it’s wear
The sleeves, yes, have started to tear.
With stains on the cuffs
And 2 holes in the front
And a hood that is just barely there.

So last night Steve told me
The sweatshirt was through.
No more broken zipper
No more hoodie blue.

So sadly I toss it
Right now in the trash
I miss it already
But can’t get it back.

So laugh if you want to
I’ll try not to cry
And here’s to my hoodie, “Goodbye.”