How I Am With Clothes

This is how I am with clothes:

(Most won’t relate’s, what I suppose)

I purchase something that I like

(If it’s on sale, a lucky strike).

If in a store, I try it on,

Or if it comes from Amazon,

I grapple with the box or bag

To check the fit. (Return’s a drag.)

Then in my closet or a drawer,

I neatly place it, waiting for

The perfect time for me to wear it.

(Might be weeks or months - I swear it!)

Once it’s worn, it joins the crowd

With which my wardrobe’s been endowed

And rotates, as each day I see

Which outfit most appeals to me.

For years, most items I will wear,

But when they’re old or need repair,

They transfer to my country place 

Where, in my drawers, I find some space.

To do that, other things must go.

I fill a bag of items, so

I have enough to donate to

Collection boxes (which I do).

Of course, some things I have to toss

And doing so is no one’s loss,

But maybe someone I don’t know

Wears something I bought long ago.

The way I am, I know is strange,

But at this point, I’ll never change,

Although, in logic that’s reversed,

I’ll wear the clothes I least like first.