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.
Copyright © Ilene Bauer | Year Posted 2018
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