I Like To Write Poetry

My coat, made fine and of best cloth
has worn quite well thru mirth and sloth
In style it was on that first day
when first I wore it In the Play
that became my life and thru the acts
that followed I did notice facts
that tell me that this runs been long
and I should prepare my Master Song
patched now it is and threadbare too
In shaded light that won't show thru
but in the light of next days shine
I notice holes and bits of twine
is a new coat meant for me?
or this one, more true to see.
I guess I'll stick with this old thing
My Older song in this I'll sing
as Long as breath remains amusing
this Ragged coat I'll still be using
remember when you see one so worn
that all such coats were in beauty born

Oh this is s delight for the senses. I like it. I'm there. Late autumn