A little stretched and open-ended
A little worn and over mended.
This old coat of mine.

Warm on days, the sun is shining
I’m cold, I’m cold. I hear it whining.
This old coat of mine.

“Feed me.” It says in early morning
The grumblings, an effective warning
This old coat of mine.

“Groom me.” And so I brush and lather
While I listen to its blather.
This old coat of mine.

Cut from the same cloth, procreation
The birth of a new generation.
This old coat of mine.

Some are new, light as a feather
Some are aged like mine, old leather.
This old coat of mine.

I see it lying across the bed
“Take me off. “ It was said.
This old coat of mine.

I’ll trade it for a robe of white
A new creation, what a sight in
This new coat of mine.

06/23/2005