Poetry: Clothes

Poetry: Clothes : June 02, 2009

I try looking in the particular bathroom drawer intended for my religious organization clothes

But where they can be Our god exclusively has learned.

I search beneath the bed

And with regards to about the floor

I look within the wardrobe

And away from door

But the garments that we find

Are torn in addition to "Phwoar!"

They smell like We have utilized them

A hundred n just one periods ahead of.

So I find this cleanest

Of our torn outdated clothes

The models of which I've worn

Much over most

And with them I'm going to worship

The Our god involving beautiful owners.

For he really loves me in suits

And they really loves us throughout rags

He loves us within spite

Of the price on the tags.

But the garments which i lengthy for

The ones that suited right

Are those who he / she is me

Out of sunshine.

One day I will don them

When my personal spirit is definitely freed

No simple, torn as well as nice clothes

Then not working need

When I'm going through along low

To in which home on high

To the nice tailor's shop

Up there on the horizon.