Lie crumpled on the floor
Navy blue on the seams
Frayed along the stitches
And faded at the knees
Light etched on fabric
Through the window beams
Wrinkles in the folds
Still drying from the stream
Stretched out in the waist
And stained with ice cream
If you listen closely you
Can hear the playful screams
Full of summer memories
And yesterdays dreams