New suits

Two old men in a shabby room over a miserable shop

The older man announces with sarcastic enthusiasm the arrival of the suits.

I am most surprised, and a little relieved.

I was missed out the last few times that gear was handed out.

Clearly I’d offended somehow,

My card was marked.

But now, it seems, I’m off the hook.

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Tony, the older man, wonders, out loud,

This will be his last suit?

He has argued, and refused to wear a frock coat.

He prefers tails.

I dislike the frock coat, but never thought to argue.

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I silently share Tony’s thoughts.

He is 76, 30 years my senior, but I wonder I might escape before him.

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I missed the measuring up,

Assumed I’d be overlooked again,

But my shape hasn’t changed in the 12 years since I was.

The overcoats are surprisingly good,

Real wool, Harris Tweed.

Tony comments they’re paper thin,

Doesn’t bother me.

I’ll wear it as soon as I can stand the warmth,

And layer up when its cold.

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Anyone want to buy a frock coat?