Window Shopping

There is something strangely satisfying

in going to try on a new attire.

I am not shopping for necessity

but my wardrobe is becoming tired.

For so long this shirt clung to me so well

but now its grip is becoming too tight.

I still dwell in nostalgic memory

when its colours complimented my sight.

I hold no allegiance to my aging clothes

and should feel no guilt at trying something new

but when I have worn these clothes for so long

I still have prangs that I need to subdue.

For the meantime I’ll be window shopping

until I have the money to lay down,

and when I can afford to modernize

I hope that I’m happy with my new gown.