The Dressing Room

I gather up a bunch of tops
And go to try them on.
The thought occurs that someday
Dressing rooms might all be gone.

As people order more and more
Online, it’s pretty clear
That stores with all their racks of clothes
Will one day disappear.

So dressing rooms will vanish, too,
Their mirrors and their hooks,
Some privacy provided
To check out how something looks.

I like that time alone in them,
Just me and my reflection,
Assessing every angle
For acceptance or rejection.

Then once I have decided
I hand back what doesn’t suit
And pay for what I want and head home,
Carrying my loot.

Of course, my home has mirrors
So that I can preen and strut
But I’ll miss the room where I discover
Just what makes the cut.