I’ll compare the world to a worn pair of jeans

That have been loved and used

Holes along the seams

Sewn with colorful thread.

The worn tired jeans

That have faded over the seasons.

Grown tired,

So tired of everyday wear.

Along the seam there are sewn quilt squares

Patches of joy and love

And sure it doesn’t fix them,

But it does make them look a whole lot better.

Lemons can taste sweet if you add enough sugar.

Find the love,

be the love

Be the red in my tattered old jeans.