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.