My favorite rug now old and worn
It's been around since I was born
The colours so bright would always greet
Though was just used to wipe my feet
Years later when I would leave
To my own home and then perceive
While walking in through the front door
It didn't feel the same anymore
My mum I'd visit and time we'd share
When I went today the rugs not there!
I was shocked and asked her why
She said one day everything will die
Instantly sad I could not believe
She'd throw away my favorite weave
But then she told me it's in the shed
All worn and torn and losing thread
And to my home I'd bring it back
Because to me it didn't lack
Once again it'd greet and I'd transform
My home finally now feeling warm
No longer my rug I'll now abuse
As for years it was just feeling used
When I walked over it every day
But I missed it when it went away
There's a lesson here that we should learn
Before it turns to real concern
To the things we love that always greet
Should never be seen beneath our feet
