“Old Blue Dress Shirt”

Into the back of the closet, I dug.

Needed a dress shirt, my body to hug.

I grabbed a shirt, the color blue.

It was faded and wrinkled, through and through.

I shrugged at its age, on I draped it.

My face did frown, even though it fit.

It was missing a button, fatal flaw I think.

From my hand, the dress shirt did sink.

Hard to move on, it is some days.

Now I’ll give a polo, the suddenly available praise.