Tuesday, 05 March 2013
On My Wardrobe in Retirement
By Marc Leavitt of Marc Leavitt's Blog
The serried ranks of suits recall my pace
Of hectic work and business matters;
Expensive rags, but now I need the space
For jeans and sweats, especially the latter.
I always bought the best I could afford,
And wore the outfits that the job required,
No detail overlooked, no touch ignored,
I built the business image I desired.
Today my closets groan; the worthless stuff’s
A bore, like nosey neighbors, who refuse
To go back home, no matter the rebuffs,
And there’s no room for something I can use.
My wardrobe did its part for my career,
But that was then; it’s useless now, I fear.
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