The suit that was assigned to me
on the day of my birth.
may not have been the most desirable one
or the most fashionable.
It has become frayed at the edges
and has loosened with years of wear
But I never considered asking for an
exchange
or seeking a refund
I wanted no adjustments
There were moments in youth
when I looked at the fabric, the cut and the style
The gaps here, the rouches there,
the excessive length
that seemed only to go with my
accompanying red hat.
I would look at other people’s suits and feel
a tinge of jealousy and wonder what it would be like
to wear their clothes.
But I stuck with it
No charity shop swap for this garb
No switching up to the latest trend
No altering the seams to make it look once more brand new
Now my suit is the most comfortable of all suits.
I know it’s every crease; it’s slightly baggy fit
And I revel in the memory of all the experiences that made it so
My suit – made for me, shaped by me
Just for me!
Poetry for Dullards 