Denim

Denim whispers in cotton‑woven seams,
A sturdy cloth that bears the street‑wise dreams.
From work‑yard looms to city‑side cafés,
Its indigo hue fades in sun‑kissed ways.

Trousers cut with a straight, honest line,
Jackets trimmed with brass that slowly shine.
Each frayed edge tells a tale of labour,
Of hands that shape, of hearts that neighbour.

In British rain it wears a quiet grace,
Yet in summer’s glare it finds its place.
So let us don this timeless, humble thread—
Denim, the fabric where comfort is said.