Old Blue Jeans

I am as soft
and smooth as bricks
and as torn as
my old blue jeans,

and just like them
I am noble
enough to know
just what it means

to be in need
of a little
care, compassion,
and love once in

a while. I need
those three, and to
be forgiven
for all my sin.

I sit on the
brick stoop, with my
old blue jeans and
brand new hope

to someday smooth
the edges, fix these
tears and maybe
just learn to cope.