Whittling my Wardrobe

I’m whittling down my wardrobe

Just a little at a time.

It’s hard for me to let things go

I wore when in my prime.

 

But some clothes are out of style

Or don’t fit the way they should

And just hanging in the closet

They aren’t doing any good.

 

If I donate them, then maybe

Someone who might be in need

Could make use of what I’m tossing

And I’ve done a nice good deed.

 

I’ll admit that my main motive

Isn’t helping out the poor

But relinquishing apparel

Which I don’t wear anymore.