This Black Suit

March 15, 2012
By Wally Bryant BRONZE, Oakland, California
Wally Bryant BRONZE, Oakland, California
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This black suit.
Never did I want to wear it.
Well if I did,
I would want you to see it.
I was never one for dressing up.
I’m still not a fan of it.
But I suppose it was appropriate?
I really want you to see my black suit.
I think it looks rather nice.
Although I did not enjoy wearing it.
I wanted it for a new beginning.
But not a bitter end.
You could have tucked it’s collar in,
Brushed away the lint,
And old fuzz from memories long gone.
But I guess if you could,
I would not be wearing this suit.
After all, why would I?
I don’t even like suits.
But in the grand scheme of things.
We are all heading for the end.
Disaster is inevitable.
And life is not what was promised.
I will face many more black suits.
In the time that I have left.
But you never have to wear one again.
They say the hip color over where you are.
Is white.
So maybe one day, when my black suits are dirty.
I can see you again.
This time.
With a white suit.

The author's comments:
A simple memorial to my mother who recently passed. She was a published poet.

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