Ode to a Faded Washcloth

A poem written late at night, about an old pink washcloth:

I can see right through you
Though you used to wash my face
You used to be so bold and bright
So gloriously opaque.

On the JC Penney shelf
A sale for 2.99
Oh washcloth how would I ever know
That you could be so fine

But now you've fully paid your due
A perfect job well done
You've always "washed away" my sorrow
And that's not just a pun

But to the garbage can you go
Sadly laid to rest
But before you go, I want you to know
with flying colors you've passed your test