His New Blue Suit Poem by John F. McCullagh

He was, at home, most comfortable
in collared shirt and jeans.
Just not the sort to put on airs
Or fancy dress, it seems.
In his later years, especially,
It seemed style had passed him by.
So his new blue suit gave me a start
With the new Red power tie.
The haberdasher had done him proud,
But he wasn’t that sort of man-
Still, given the occasion
I knew he’d understand.
I asked a moment at the end
Just before the lid was closed
To memorize the face I loved
Lying there in his new clothes.