Dedicated to my mom and daddy. 

My Old Clothes

I'm wearing my old clothes

The ones with which I was born.

They are in need of repair. 

The sheen has faded.

The cloth has grown thin and it's torn.


I'll darn up the holes

And stitch a new hem

Make some alterations

Add adornments to the bodice.

If nothing else, I'll just pretend


That I am still me 

Looking out through these eyes.

For my soul never ages 

But my body, these clothes,

Most assuredly dies. 


Yet, as I am still living 

Sheltered inside a body of work

I'll continue to laugh as a child

Anticipating the gift of each day

In my old clothes, undeterred.


Poetry by Kathy Lockhart
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Written on 2019-04-01 at 19:29

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Bibek The PoetBay support member heart!
This reads like a prayer. I love the extended metaphor (the old clothes) and the way you relate it to body/soul dualism.

Love this poem..On one reading I read it as an ode to aging nudity...To be critical I think it was stronger when I read it without the third verse. Anyway thanks.

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I particularly like the last stanza. There is a resoluteness and strength here so we'll stated. Line two "Sheltered inside a body of work" is priceless in its contextual description.

Jamsbo Rockda The PoetBay support member heart!
This is so great. You are still you, don't worry. A beautiful soul with a gifts that time cannot take away. Celebrate your individuality and wonderful skill with words. As you say in the last paragraph, laugh as a child :)

Marie Cadavieco
I particularly like the line "I'll continue to laugh as a child". I think laughing is the single most important thing which keeps the soul young. It creates a youthful aura which shines through the old clothes.

I enjoyed reading this; it certainly speaks to me and for me!

This is beautifully written, Kathy :>)

There is sadness and a lot of nostalgia here, but also the hope of the final stanza that feels very uplifting to us. And we also appreciate the attention to detail in the mending and altering of the clothes, being keen repairers at Coo & Co :>)

Secure in its idiom, winsome and articulate --- in short, a grace!

This seems to be so insightful, it's melancholy in it's beauty. The last stanza lifts it. Love it, bookmarked.

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Nicely rhymed, Kathy.