It’s impossibly ugly

This old sweater of mine

Yet I wear it each week

No matter the time

And no matter the weather

Sleet, rain, or snow

I wear this sweater every seven days

No matter where I go

It’s swollen and itchy

With threads falling away

I’ve had it for years

I know it’s here to stay

Too long at the waist

Too short at the arms

Colors mismatching

Yet it has its charms

My sweater is absurdly warm

Like a cozy old blanket

It hugs me tight

And I know that I’ll make it

So to others I say

Don’t judge my sweater

You’ll need one too

When you find yourself in bad weather