For one so unfashionable,
I own quite a lot of clothes.
I’ve got maybe fifty pairs of underwear.
They’re not all in excellent condition;
some of them are pretty ratty.

I can’t bear to part with clothing
until they’re in tatters, though,
so I wear ’em until they’re worn out
– and then a few years beyond.

I get resistant to wearing the uncomfortable stuff
after a while
and there are kinds that I’ve bought
that never were too great for me.
I have some elastic materials that are too shiny
and tight for my regular use
but for sporting occasions
I may pull them out
and I have Christmas boxers
that make little sense in July.

Most of my gear can be worn year round,
however crappy it is, though.
I’m glad to use them until death,
however many lifetimes it may take.