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I dress slowly and carefully. I hate to rush on those days. I pull my socks up with care, Sprinkle some powder on my body, A little aftershave. It’s almost a ritual now. I look at the black pants And step into them. As I do, things change. I become what I am about to do. I put on the stiff shirt, Loving the elegance, At least for that day. Then the vest and tie. I usually have a little trouble With these and the cuff links. The cuff links remind me that I am alone. How strange that fingers so skilled And virtuosic would fumble With these cuff links. I wish there were someone Who could help. The jacket comes last. Then I am ready. I always think the Same thing when I leave my house: I think The next time I walk through The door, I will have done it. But several times I’ve been wrong. I had forgotten something and Had to rush back. I always try to plan enough Time, but it seems that I Never do. I would like a little more time To get ready before walking out. I have gratitude for the people who have Come to hear me. I feel Love for them. I am no longer afraid.
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
The Loneliness of Cuff Links
I dress slowly and carefully. I hate to rush on those days. I pull my socks up with care, Sprinkle some powder on my body, A little aftershave. It’s almost a ritual now. I look at the black pants And step into them. As I do, things change. I become what I am about to do. I put on the stiff shirt, Loving the elegance, At least for that day. Then the vest and tie. I usually have a little trouble With these and the cuff links. The cuff links remind me that I am alone. How strange that fingers so skilled And virtuosic would fumble With these cuff links. I wish there were someone Who could help. The jacket comes last. Then I am ready. I always think the Same thing when I leave my house: I think The next time I walk through The door, I will have done it. But several times I’ve been wrong. I had forgotten something and Had to rush back. I always try to plan enough Time, but it seems that I Never do. I would like a little more time To get ready before walking out. I have gratitude for the people who have Come to hear me. I feel Love for them. I am no longer afraid.
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Jun 26, 2014
Jun 26, 2014 at 9:39 PM UTC
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