In the quiet corners of our lives they lie,
Soft and unassuming, beneath our feet,
They carry stories, whispered sighs,
In every thread, a life complete.

From morning’s rush to evening’s rest,
They cradle us in tender care,
Through every step, in them we’re dressed,
A constant presence, always there.

In winter’s chill, they guard the cold,
In summer’s heat, they breathe the air,
Worn and old, or new and bold,
They travel with us everywhere.

So here’s to socks, our silent friends,
In every hue, in every pair,
Their journey with us never ends,
A bond of love, beyond compare.