I feel like an old pair of jeans,
All worn in.
Threads are breaking at the seams,
And the fabric is starting to thin.

My color has faded,
But the comfort has improved.
Even though the edges are now jaded,
To you I feel brand new.

I try to feel strong,
My intentions are still there.
But the days are so long,
I’m afraid I might leave you bare.

I fit in all the right places,
And still leave you enough room.
I please some adoring faces,
But others frown with doom.

If I can still feel needed,
Without a price tag to wear.
Then those new fancy styles are being conceited,
Because you wear me with tender care.