Odd Blue Sock

Odd blue sock
in the middle of the old footbridge,
over the river in old Cambridge.

Odd blue sock.
A forlorn splash of blue, all awry.
You've been left down there; I wonder why?

Odd blue sock
did you stalk corridors of power,
or just change classrooms every hour?

Odd blue sock
can your future now be all but through,
or will anyone recover you?

Odd blue sock
is, I suppose, fairly trivial.
Still, I feel slightly miserable.

Odd blue sock.
Why should I feel so melancholic,
oh little cotton swathe of fabric?