Thursday, June 3, 2010
My Blue Oxford Shirt
As the day wears on and said friends, foes, formidable and fanciful situations reach me I soldier on....as does my blue oxford. We gradually wrinkle and droop,our sleeves roll up and down, our tails get mis-shapen from various locales, chairs and settings we end up in. Our crispness wears down, our pulled together facade, it does fade.
At days end we are both tired. To the couch to recline, perhaps now spotted with remnants of coffee or spaghetti sauce. Worn down to our most basic selves, my shirt and I. We no longer care if we are wrinkled or have grown soft, whether we look good or not so. We are just here at home being comfy...until we must press ourselves into service on another morn.