To lay my eyes
On you
But I am so glad
To be the last
You are around
For me when it’s cold
Or just for comfort
You come to rest
In my crowded closet
Or alongside my bed
You are always there
To protect my dry feet
From the pouring rain
Or the falling snow
While remaining
Cute and just like new
I have tried
Imitations
But your
Fluffy fleece
and smooth sheepskin
Is by far
One of a kind
I don’t know
What I did
Before your time
But I do know
You, my Mocs, will never
Be replaced