Mrs. Brown
Hello, Mrs. Brown; old, friend
You warm my heart with your
Comfortable, soft embrace.
You Comfort me with your simple charm.
You hold my hands; hid from the world,
protect my neck from Jack’s frigid bite.
Your mate; that hood, long-lost
to the laundry lady‘s careless toss.
October though May; ten times now
You wiped away my tears; of both joy and pain;
You brought me through
triumph, tragedy, love and hate.
I must now retire you; true friend
Your frayed ends and pockets that do not hold
I have a new coat
Bigger, shinier and bold.
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