Whittling my Wardrobe
I’m whittling down my wardrobe
Just a little at a time.
It’s hard for me to let things go
I wore when in my prime.
But some clothes are out of style
Or don’t fit the way they should
And just hanging in the closet
They aren’t doing any good.
If I donate them, then maybe
Someone who might be in need
Could make use of what I’m tossing
And I’ve done a nice good deed.
I’ll admit that my main motive
Isn’t helping out the poor
But relinquishing apparel
Which I don’t wear anymore.
Copyright © ilene bauer | Year Posted 2021
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