Clothing
Felt so stupid other night,
Over-dressed I was, despite
Having e-mailed what we thought;
Suit and tie was what I brought.Story of my life I'd say,
Chalk it up to TCK;
Always one step out of line;
"Honor others," thought of mine.But that's not how it was felt,
Polished shoes with tie and belt,
Put the others on the spot;
Boundary-marker's what we've got.For, like words, our clothes express
Messages – one need not guess:
"You fit in", "You don't belong",
Little things done right or wrong.Pecking order in the ranks
Uniforms reduce (great thanks!)
Social strata otherwise –
Plain before each other's eyes.Age has social clues as well –
Old folks have no way to tell
Subtle changes over time,
Wardrobe's fixed, like clothes of mine.As my weight drops once again,
Think I'll minimize the pain;
Think about what works, and let
All the rest go – just forget.navigation