Jackets
My red leather jacket
I’ve given away.
It wasn’t my fave
Though it fit me okay.
It’s hung in the closet
Unworn now for years
And a new owner likes it,
Or so it appears.
It makes me feel good
To hear someone enthuse
About something I’ve owned
But I no longer use.
Yet I still can’t give up
My suede jacket with fringe.
Its shoulder pads date it
Much more than a tinge.
I won’t wear it, but still
It transports me, and how!
To a time in my life
So much different from now.
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