An Old Shirt

on the back numerous hole quite a few too on the chest still it clings to my soul I think it fits me best. says my flummoxed wife you're a miser hopeless holding on a rag for life bringing yourself disgrace. I feign not to hear and shrug clutching it more to my heart feeling warm cosy in its hug my friend the many years' shirt. on it lie rivers of sweat joy and sorrow's tear stains time's all burden of weight gloomy and dark hours' pains. a mere cloth and I find it so hard to throw it and part our ways wonder how humans discard relations grown over years.