These humble socks, my daily shield,

Of tender soles, your warmth revealed.

In cotton, wool, or silken thread,

You guard my path where footsteps tread.

In winter’s chill or summer’s sun,

Such faithful duty, never undone.

A cozy hug for gammy toes,

A pillow ‘gainst the biting snows.

Unseen heroes of every day,

You bear my load in work or play.

Beneath my boots or crap plimsolls,

You march with me from morn to night.

Checked vibrant hues no solemn greys,

To brighten even dullest day.

With stripes or dots or patterns rare,

Such rampant flair beyond compare.

Oh socks, unsung, I sing to thee,

For all your quiet loyalty.

A tender pair, both left and right,

The soul’s true solace, pure delight.