Longest Shirt

I have an old gray button up shirt Like the cowboys wear with rugged jeans It fits big and covers me up completely So that I feel like I’m living uniquely I love this old shirt that cost a pretty penny Because I purchased her at a magazine with plenty Of beautiful pieces to match and select I chose her on the part that I like best Her ability to cover my upper body fully So that I don’t have a need to feel unworthy Because of my chubbiness or lack of flair for flirting This one piece of clothing makes me feel assurance I love her pockets on the front that seem so enduring And give me a place to put my smokes even though I quit them in 2013 before I met my ex-husband That smoker who will never quit – the alcoholic I split up from him but didn’t let my shirt go with him He liked it and if he’s had his way, he’d have took her with him But I can only say – he’s gone and my shirt has stayed She’s will me til my dying day or hers, whichever comes first