I’ve worn my jacket far too long
It’s getting shabbier and frailer
And so I take it to a tailor
To see if something can be done.
I tell him “now it’s up to you
To remedy the situation
The magic art of alteration
Should make my life as good as new”.
It was a joke, but he takes on the task
With single minded passion
Bringing my jacket up to fashion
As best he can. The funny man
He trims and sews without without a word
With such meticulous precision
As if upon a sacred mission to have
My happiness restored.
He thinks I’ll try the jacket on
And then the clouds will part above me
And I’ll believe that you still love me…
Well, think again. The funny man