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I used to be obsessed with fashion, caring far too much about clothes, Like the sun whenever he's coming and going, is striking vanity's pose. I lavished absurdly upon my wardrobe, in excess of what was practical, Like the glittering rainbow colors, proffer more than what is passable! Though I wasn't an awful person, in this one area, I admit I was vain, As the seasons, once departed, flaunt beautiful faces again and again. I regularly read fashion magazines, and kept up with current trends, As red Mars regularly follows its course, to where the horizon bends! I thought that I could get ahead, by impressing all the right people; And I also longed to be admired, as a lovely waterfall, very peaceful. I spent an inordinate amount of time, before the full length mirror, As a full moon clings to obsidian night, having found nothing dearer. Nevertheless I was quite well liked, for I'd hardly boast my vanity; Yet when one is immersed in oneself, neglected is all other humanity. But like redolent joyous blooms, each season I put on my new colors, As emerald budding spring leaves, fashioning gracious canopy covers! Having advanced in my career, I knew being well attired didn't hurt, As blooms sense the whispers of sunshine, massed stylishly in concert. But the fateful day arrived, when I dropped and broke my hand mirror. That was the eventful afternoon, that led to my seeing things clearer! I cleaned up the mess and finished dressing, and walked into sunshine, And along the blooming Aster Avenue, a hush street of the summertime. Yet when at last I encountered a person, she regarded me with shock; And glancing at my clothing I saw, bold stripes and bright polka dots! Horrified I retraced my numerous steps, on a path of fragrant Saturday, In such a state of embarrassment, I clung to the shadows and alleyways. When I got home and looked in the mirror, all was as it had been before, Like the ring of truth at the front buzzer, that exits by the back door! Warily I changed my lovely outfit, which I felt I could no longer trust, Like the reddish gold dawn of discovery, when sweet dreams turn to dust. My confidence restored I once again left, relishing birdsong breezes, As a rainbow flustered by sun's resolute gaze, simply falls to pieces! I saw people without incident, but that changed as I passed by a cafe, Shock and dismay was on faces again, causing me to once more run away. The pattern I wore just now, was a large multihued checkerboard design, A lone red heart sat on a square, as if playing hopscotch as a sideline! I'm a stubborn sort of person, so this scenario repeated several times, Halting my shallow pursuit of perfection, by causing fashion to decline. I showed up in the loudest of colors, rivalling bright neon city lights, And in a print very tiny and busy, causing the dizziness great heights. Finally I gave up the battle, being embarrassed by more than my clothes, Like skies that weep for days, before pouring sunshine on blue primrose! I went home where this time I stayed, and in the silence I found there, I pondered, putting style into perspective, as bluebirds in sunset air. Even though I still dress well, my current focus is on weightier things, Such as sharing, caring, family and friends, and a love for all beings. Though the style magic has never recurred, nowadays I prioritize better, As the fashion blooms in emerald rooms, amass smiles as their pleasure!
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