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.