Cosmic Epiphanies In Men’s Clothing

A.H. Browning

 

Extra medium is what I wear
I can’t find it here or there
All I can find is too tall or too tight
I’m beginning to think they hide my size

“Here he comes, he’s such a trooper
He’s gonna look so freakin’ super
In everything, that just won’t quite fit
Just keep straight faced and hand him this”

 

My growth spurt occurred, but to no avail
Shopping remains my personal hell
I’ll just wear the stuff that works the best
They’re my actual cloths, this is not in jest

The ones that fit, I’ve kept around
To wear them when I’m on the town
I hope they last, God have compassion
Who knows, they might come back in fashion

Maybe I should just learn to sew…

 

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  • Author: A.H. Browning (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 20th, 2018 22:25
  • Comment from author about the poem: Writing this made me think of my grandmother. She lived to be 101. (This will make sense if you keep reading). Born in 1907, she grew up through incredible events, incredible changes and advances in technology. She lived through World War 1 and World War 2. So many profound events occurred in her lifetime. On her 90th birthday, we brought out some pictures of her family when she was a girl. There were horses in these pictures, as they were still a method of transportation when she was very young. She looked at the pictures of her childhood, and to everyone’s astonishment, started relaying in detail the events of the day that each picture was taken. I can’t remember what I had for lunch last week… Oh well. My grandmother appreciated the simple things in life and was always supremely happy to be out in the yard working in her garden, well into her 90’s. The neighbors would walk by and see her out in the summer heat, working in the yard and would make a point to go speak with her daughter (my aunt). “Why do you make your 90-something year old mother work out in the summer heat?”, they would ask. My aunt just shook her head and said, “We can’t keep her in the house.” The family had Christmas dinner in 2008, my grandmother’s last Christmas. After dinner, we retired to the den to sit and talk. I caught my grandmother looking at me very intently. After a minute, she finally said, “I guess you aren’t going to grow anymore.” I laughed so hard, I almost fell off the couch. I said, “grandmother, I’m in my early 40’s… that ship has sailed.” She had never said anything like that to me before and it took me by surprise. Hilarious. I miss you grandmother: 1907-2009. Love you so very much.
  • Category: Humor
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  • Michael Edwards

    Great poem and a lovely story to go with it - enjoyed!!

  • A.H. Browning

    Thank you for your comments, much appreciated. It’s morning again here, so I’d better go try to find something to wear 🙂

    Kindest Regards

  • SLR

    It's a terrible thing when one of your enemies is your own closet. I often have the same problem. Enjoyed the poem and your explanation. Thank you for sharing.

    • A.H. Browning

      Thank you very much for commenting.
      (Especially after my long-winded and ultimately evasive reply to your kind comments about Something Just For You) 🙂
      By the way, I really appreciated your poem Teardrop and especially the comments you wrote about that poem.

      • SLR

        You're welcome for the comment, thank you for your comment about teardrop. Thank you more for reading and appreciating my comment about teardrop. It's an important, too prevalent issue. Btw, I didn't find your answer to be evasive in a bad way. You are keeping your word. I admire the honour you are showing by not betraying the confidence/secret.



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