I'm ragged and torn,
but well loved.
I lost many beauties,
but I've gained secrets.
I am a storehouse of moments.
My language is the heartbeat
of my human.

My human has gained love in me,
and now I live on memories.
My human, is precious to me
but I am losing it.
During the day it leaves,
and comes home late.
I spend hours of mourning
without it.
I keep its secrets,
but it keeps my heart.

I remember when I was young,
I would take spinning baths
with my human's laundry.
They were joyful moments,
but the baths stole my beauty.

If I were young again,
I would be more careful.
I am ragged and torn,
but well loved.