Old torn jeans

A pair of old jeans
Hugged you always
But it became shaggy
And torn many places

So you went shopping
Wearing it not noticing
May be the jeans too
Had a heart somewhere

You carried the cash
In your pockets and
Searched the best fit
And matching colour

You tried on many 
Pairs upon yourself
It left you exhausted
Then choose the best

Old pair of jeans now
You happily discarded
In lost cupboard corner
It was eaten by fungus

You might not be aware
But the jeans survived
And lived to tell his tale
Rhyming words to poems