Clothes

Clothes

A Poem by cwwood

I put my clothes on

in the morning and then I forget 

about them.

My clothes don’t mind,

at least,

they don’t say anything,

but I appreciate

what they do for me.

They work hard

to keep me warm, and

I am a writer,

and I work hard to be

too poor to replace them.

A sweater doesn’t care if you’re poor,

shoes don’t care

if you filled you’re fathers,

but a woman is not a sweater

and you should never

forget that.

© 2013 cwwood


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Words conveying the appreciating of things so many take for granted. Artists see the simpler things, that is real artists. I like the flow, the thought provoking stanzas, the closure is the best. Write on....

Posted 11 Years Ago


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justjenn_2u

11 Years Ago

For where I am, I could be a hater and I am total contrast to that. My work shows it but I am even .. read more
interesting comparisons
thank you for sharing

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on February 11, 2013
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Tags: free verse, poetry, love, women

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cwwood
cwwood

Albany, NY



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nihilistic pragmatist by nature, never mind, it doesn't even matter. more..

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