Sure it’s old and it’s dirty,
I think my mom bought it when she was thirty.
She wore it until it developed a hole,
then offered it to me to cover my soul.
No one I know likes it that much,
they don’t see it like me, I see it as such:
All that my mom and I have been through,
Showing in the wear and tear of its old blue.
I love my coat and all we have done,
through thick and thin, through rain, snow and sun.
