Socks

A world of people
A world of socks
Both are things in need

Both need a match
Need each other
In order to succeed

A lonely sock
Is a sorrowful thing

One foot is warm
The other one stings

Where is the match?
Gone far away

To wonder the world
To our dismay

People are like socks
Though many look similar
No two are quite the same

Yet for every sock a match is made
When one goes missing
It’s truly a shame