"Son can you play me a memory I'm not really sure how it goes But it's sad and it's sweet And I knew it complete When I wore a younger man's clothes"
Billy Joel lyrics from "Piano Man"* ~~~~~~~~~~~~
when I was very young I wore Levi jeans and white Hanes cotton T shirts my mother bot me, my feet, Ked clad, red from the kid's "department" store on Central Avenue, the Main Street of my small town
when I was a young lad, I wore workingman's cargo jeans and white Hanes cotton T shirts under red plaid wooly shirts, itchy affairs, that I bot for myself in a real Army Navy store, desert colored suede boots, laced up high, upon my feet
when I was of middling years, my jeans were khaki pants, Gap supplied, and my Gap T shirts, faded like me, a non-descript color, made in a gap of pale pastel colors from Bangladesh or Vietnam, pale pastel, like me
so as I slide~decline into my nursing home years, I wear unbranded jeans and white cotton no name T shirts with matching white disposable slippers, that the Purchasing Department bot for me, cause they know, I like,
a younger man's clothes and the memories that play all day lost in day dreaming of a life well dressed