His Old Clothes
His old clothes came to whisper his good name;
he values them with fragile pride instead.
No dreadful task, he always picks the same
plain blue jeans and shirt striped in white and red.
Shattered soul of Gainesville,
he wears the name Big Will.
Benevolence takes skill
to recognize
and realize,
rationalize
that apparel is no one’s claim to fame
Big Will’s focus is well-known and widespread -
what makes this man? the spirit of Goodwill,
clean, but no guise.
written May 26, 2018
Contest: The Puzzle of my Rhyme
Sponsor: Broken Wings
Copyright © Reason A. Poteet | Year Posted 2018
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