Please forgive me the fashion-related analogy today. I awoke in the early hours of Saturday morning thinking of it and I just had to get it down. I attempted to throw a little poetry in the mix, but it was 3a.m. so we’ll just have to see how that works out!
A 3a.m. Poem about Fashion and Friendship
The Fashion of Friends;
And Clothing Trends;
That seem like they’re here to last;
Only to be forgotten. Lost.
The photos tell the tale;
Of countless fashion fails.
That seemed to be a perfect fit;
“Misfit fits in!” Trendy! Made it.
That blue skirt at age sixteen;
“It DOES fit mum!” I had to scream.
Now I ask, “Just what was I thinking?”
It was never my colour. Wincing. Cringing.
Still I’m drawn to impulse buys;
“It’s all the rage!” I hear the cries.
Glitter. Statement. Shiny. “Wow!”
But just where are all these clothes now?
Many of those in-Vogue pieces;
Buttons lost. Or Dull. With Creases.
We had our time; I wore it well.
Just wasn’t meant to last. Oh well.
Looking back, I have to smile.
At my numerous, fabulous attempts at style.
Those lasting staples now seem fleeting;
Awkward. Unflattering. Uncomfortable. Ill-fitting.
And of course I have those one or two pieces.
The Little Black Dress; Jeans and T-Shirt.
Dress up or down for any occasion.
Well-made; Comfortable. Cut with precision.
When fads pass by and colours fade;
These timeless classics come to my aid.
Hanging in the wardrobe, lying in wait;
Not quite as glam, but we always look great!
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