My Trusty Coat

My trusty coat is ages old. For years, it’s kept me from the cold But time is sometimes cruel, I find, And to my coat, it’s not been kind. The shoulder pads look out of style (That’s been the case for quite a while) And near the pocket, there’s a tear Which I expect might make folks stare. The lining I have had replaced Ten years ago, so not a waste, Yet now, alas, that’s ripping, too; There’s nothing more that I can do. Although this garment I do prize It’s only worn for exercise On morning walks with jogging pants When no one gives a second glance. I’ve other jackets, newer coats, Though none would float as many boats As this, but now I can’t deny The time has come to say goodbye.