In Search of Appropriate Apparel

Given the way I feel these days, my crappy heart,
My gimpy hip, my nearly always aching shoulders,
I feel a little presumptuous dressing, as I always have,
In T-shirts and jeans. Those, after all, are working
Men's clothes, and I don't work. I barely function.
What should I wear instead to better suit the wreck
That I've become? A polo shirt and a pair of chinos?
They wouldn't go with the beard I've grown.
A rabbi's rumpled suit and hat? Perhaps.
An imam's flowing robe? Seemingly a decent
Choice, but Muslims aren't received too well
In this part of America. A jumpsuit, like old
Geezers wear? I can't. They're gross. I'd hate
Myself. A flannel shirt and overalls? I don't
Think so. I don't farm. And what would my
Young sweetheart say if I appeared before her
In the garments of somebody else? She knows
How feeble I've become. I do not try fool her,
Puffing out my chest and chopping logs.
She knows my working days are done,
But seems to find me worth embracing
In a T-shirt and some jeans.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2017-11-04 at 13:16

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This is me everyday. Oftentimes I can't decide what to wear and end up wearing t-shirt and jeans. Lovely poem, nonetheless.

Rob Graber
"...I don't work. I barely function." Very enjoyable write, the conclusion of which seems a decisive argument for T-shirt and jeans!

Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
I think you solved your own problem. You just need to be yourself and wear what makes you feel like you.

Women go through these as well: hot pants went into the Good Will bag, pants with letters across the butt had to go, the bikini is still there but I don't wear it as often. Still, I have to feel like me, in my 50's. I like my own look too.

one trick pony The PoetBay support member heart!
There you go, a logical progression leading from, and back to, the status quo. Very nicely written.