New Clothes
Here’s a question – when you buy
An item of new clothes,
How long until you wear it?
Not too long, I would suppose.
Do you take the tags off quickly,
Sporting it next time you dress
Or does it go in the closet
With the wardrobe you possess?
Or perhaps it’s folded neatly,
Nestled in a chest of drawers,
Waiting with the others to be worn
Since now it’s rightly yours?
For some reason I can’t fathom,
Any new clothes that I buy
Have to wait before I wear them –
There’s no explanation why.
So they hang or lie there, marking time,
Until that special morn
When their tags are cut and they’re put on
To finally be worn.
My husband’s just the opposite.
When clothes come from the store,
He puts them on at once and then
He’s headed out the door.
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