There are so many things day to day that I take for granted.
It amazes me how my thinking can be so distorted and slanted.
Notice I said “things” so at least there’s no offense taken
I don’t have to worry about soothing feelings shaken.
Something so innocent as the shirt off my back
Has made me stop and think I should cut it some slack.
There it is in the drawer always folded neatly, just waiting.
Mindless I am as I take it out, put it on, no hesitating.
And then I realize all that it does without my even asking.
All my sins and lack of disciplines it has no trouble masking
As it artfully drapes itself upon rolling hills one atop another
Beneath them years of potatoes, ice cream and peanut butter.
Oh mighty shirt I salute your loyalty and devotion so unsurpassed
I praise your dedication to covering up this mess I’ve amassed
Love handles, overlaps and dimpled piles of plumpness rise
Only to be hidden and cloaked by my shirt’s devious disguise.