They crowd my closet

too many , all different

some too loose; ill fit

others cling; too tight

a few frayed too soon

occasionally torn apart.

and still others….

either too formal ; uncomfortable

or casual, too comfortable .

rarely one or two

thick skinned and strong

shield me through cold and storm

and stick along

and just when it feels right

none stay forever

all wear out

they only come….to go

thus too many out there

yet none tailor-made

for all my needs and dreams

each one for a purpose

each for a moment

all tailor-made; and so it has to be!





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