1
Clothes are expensive.
New shirts, slacks, and socks
don’t fit our budget.
I know I should be content
with clean and warm,
even if old, but I’m bored
with my wardrobe
and frankly envious
of my well-to-do friends.
I wish the psalmist’s description
went beyond metaphor
and gave me some solid coins
I could take to the store.
2
On second thought,
what would it mean
to be clothed in joy?
What are the colors of contentment?
Could one wear a laugh,
sport a giggle,
or don hilarity as a cape?
Would the hues of happiness
change from day to day?
Would I be so bright with beauty
that fashion, brand, and what people think
wouldn’t matter anymore?
I think I could make do with that.
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