Poem Time

Here's a poem I wrote about five years or so ago. I found it in an old poetry notebook that I used.

Just Your Ugly Sweater (Laundry Day)

Like a sweater discarded in a closet,
I am shoved away,
stored in a musty attic,
in a cardboard box filled with mothballs,
brought out only when needed.
I cry out loud for you to hear me,
but you don't seem to listen.
You're too busy with your other sweaters.
Sweaters more durable and vibrant,
with no holes or wears and tears.
I'm just your ugly "grandpa" sweater,
one you only wear on laundry day.
A sweater to be ashamed of.
I'm not your second best,
your third or fourth even.
I'm just the ugly sweater you put away.
Never to really be considered.
Except for maybe on laundry day.