I Can Never Find Matching Socks.......

I wanted to write a poem about mismatched socks.
But then I realized that
all my socks right now are matched
since my mother had gotten rid of the old ones.
Now its a pile of new stuff to mismatch.
And this seems like a pretty pointless poem.
Who cares though,
I got my first paid job!

I will work the fields
and join, for a short period of time,
the world of the employed.
Perhaps I might be lucky to get another longer-term one
But for now, I am thankful.
I have a paycheck.
And matching socks