How I Am With Clothes
This is how I am with clothes:
(Most won’t relate’s, what I suppose)
I purchase something that I like
(If it’s on sale, a lucky strike).
If in a store, I try it on,
Or if it comes from Amazon,
I grapple with the box or bag
To check the fit. (Return’s a drag.)
Then in my closet or a drawer,
I neatly place it, waiting for
The perfect time for me to wear it.
(Might be weeks or months - I swear it!)
Once it’s worn, it joins the crowd
With which my wardrobe’s been endowed
And rotates, as each day I see
Which outfit most appeals to me.
For years, most items I will wear,
But when they’re old or need repair,
They transfer to my country place
Where, in my drawers, I find some space.
To do that, other things must go.
I fill a bag of items, so
I have enough to donate to
Collection boxes (which I do).
Of course, some things I have to toss
And doing so is no one’s loss,
But maybe someone I don’t know
Wears something I bought long ago.
The way I am, I know is strange,
But at this point, I’ll never change,
Although, in logic that’s reversed,
I’ll wear the clothes I least like first.
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