Old Cozy

All summer long it waits patiently, stuck behind shorter pants and summer dresses. My Old Cozy Sweater waits. Year after year it's just as soft and warm as it was the year before. My Old Cozy Sweater so soft. Through cool fall mornings and cold winter evenings it never complains about being tugged at and shivered in. Not a word does it whisper when left on the couch back or rocking chair for an afternoon. Old Cozy offers its' pockets for chapstick, found coins, kleenex, and runaway socks. Age and wear don't stop Old Cozy from early morning grocery store visits or midnight 7-11 runs. Over the years it has shouldered much laughter, as well as tears of joy and sorrow as it warms these shoulders of mine. It is somewhat mystic my Old Cozy Sweater. And its purple.