PITIFUL!

The lonely sock lies in the

back corner of the drawer,

Still like new,

But old.

Forgotten.

No longer a pair.

No more half of a team.

NO MATE.

Colour-co-ordinated couples crowd the drawer,

On Show Daily,

Gaudy,

New.

The lonely sock hides behind them.

ALONE.

Sometimes,

In the Washing Machine

of Life

A sock vanishes

During the spin cycle.

WHY?