My Trusty Coat

My trusty coat is ages old.
For years, it’s kept me from the cold
But time is sometimes cruel, I find,
And to my coat, it’s not been kind.

The shoulder pads look out of style
(That’s been the case for quite a while)
And near the pocket, there’s a tear
Which I expect might make folks stare.

The lining I have had replaced
Ten years ago, so not a waste,
Yet now, alas, that’s ripping, too;
There’s nothing more that I can do.

Although this garment I do prize
It’s only worn for exercise
On morning walks with jogging pants
When no one gives a second glance.

I’ve other jackets, newer coats,
Though none would float as many boats 
As this, but now I can’t deny
The time has come to say goodbye.