Last spring I thought goodbye
My favored winter shirt
One like my Dad once wore
When I was but a squirt.
Today autumn tastes of cold.
Perhaps my shirt I'll wear.
But soon will come that final day
My wife must fold it last away.
Augustus / Folsom, LA / November 2016
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Author:
Augustus (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 17th, 2016 08:39
- Comment from author about the poem: Diagnosed last winter with stage 4 cancer.
- Category: Reflection
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Old clothes are like old friends. You hate to let them go
Yea, I have been upset with my wife before when she did a little housecleaning and sent something of mine to a local charity. Thanks for reading and the comment.
Welcome
I really liked reading your poem but the last two lines were sad because of your diagnosis. I love seeing you here in our little MPS community!
Thanks chrissy. It is harder and harder but I'm still kicken.
THANKS "A" ~ Sorry to hear your LIFE is now in the hands of the LORD ~ but despite this your poetry still has its edge. I don't have a wife and I find it hard to decluutter ! Maybe when I get married my wife will do it for me. You are on my prayer list ~ Every Blessing ~ Yoiurs BRIAN
I soooooo much appreciate the prayers. The poetry helps keep my mind active. Physically I'm a mess at the moment.
Hey Augustus! Like the shirt! I am guilty like your wife...sorry🙂
What is it with you ladies? They are just getting comfee. Thanks.
a very poignant poem indeed.
God bless you brother. peace ww
Thanks ww that means a lot.
Tears! It reminds me of when I was little. Im only 15 but ya' know 😀
It pleases me so that it touched you in some way. Thanks a bunch. Thanks also for taking the time to go back a ways into past weeks to read a poem.
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