Jacket Of Rags

   A jacket worn and torn that I've used through my life.
At first it seems nothing special.
Nothing but a piece of cloth with holes torn through it.

With stitches ripped and parts cut open.
A Jacket with many names but new isn't one.
It once had life but now only a shell for those who wear it.
It gives without knowing the gifts of feeling warmth and home.
The gift of lifting some burdens with ease.
The gift of memories from loved ones past and now.
It cant let you see the future, but the gift to see the past.
The memories of joy and sorrow.
Always loyal always there.
It stays with those who want it.
Growing older but always getting smaller.






   Black and broken covered with shine and dull.
It cuts me from the world around it.
It sends me to another place I could only dream of.
It gives voice to another place.
A place of overflowing joy and places of overwhelming sorrow.
A land full of action's rawrs and a valley's empty silence.
Rivers of peace and sights of emotion.
I can't see but i can hear these places with detail.











   The reason I chose these two objects is because of the impact they've had on me over time. The headphones represent my love for music and the inspiration that music has given me. The jacket was a gift from my grandfather during my sixth grade year at middle school. The jacket has so many memories in it I could never bring myself to get rid of it. Its a reminder of how easy life can be given and taken away. It also reminds me of the joys you can have in life. The joys of experiences I've had over my short life even a many sorrowful ones as well. Some I wish I could forget and never remember the sorrow they have and can bring me. My memories of my friends and family are stitched into that jacket and i wouldn't dare cut a single thread.