Once more, an embarrassing suit forced on him,
Picked out by the woman he'd loved
More than his mother, more than himself,
Sixty years and a few short months.
Strange how women have power to choose
Public attire for the men they love
As babes, and boys, and grooms, and now....
What is he now, lying so still in his new suit
So stiffly, awkwardly at peace?
A shoe-less traveler tucked into a box
Wearing a suit with an open back,
Hair finally combed the way
She'd pestered him to keep it.
"Oh!" she says,
"He left his wallet by the bed."
Dec 21, 2011
Dec 21, 2011 at 5:19 PM UTC
Once more, an embarrassing suit forced on him,
Picked out by the woman he'd loved
More than his mother, more than himself,
Sixty years and a few short months.
Strange how women have power to choose
Public attire for the men they love
As babes, and boys, and grooms, and now....
What is he now, lying so still in his new suit
So stiffly, awkwardly at peace?
A shoe-less traveler tucked into a box
Wearing a suit with an open back,
Hair finally combed the way
She'd pestered him to keep it.
"Oh!" she says,
"He left his wallet by the bed."
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