Dress Up

Once more, an embarrassing suit forced on him,
Picked out by the woman he'd loved
More than his mother, more than himself,
Sixty years and a few short months.

Strange how women have power to choose
Public attire for the men they love
As babes, and boys, and grooms, and now....

What is he now, lying so still in his new suit
So stiffly, awkwardly at peace?

A shoe-less traveler tucked into a box
Wearing a suit with an open back,
Hair finally combed the way
She'd pestered him to keep it.

"Oh!" she says,
"He left his wallet by the bed."

emilou g:)emotions in words
Till his last journey, it was his loved one who decided for his suit, the way how his was combed..... Beautifully written - a word painting indeed! Thanks for sharing and.........SMILE! THE DAY IS A NEW GIFT! :)emilou g.

Ken e Hall
Dressed up tongue in cheeek funny witty well said with his money under the bed...thanks and regards

Ben Gieske
A man and his old wallet will never part. Sometimes, I wish I had not taken that final look. The deceased looks so unreal.

nimal dunuhinga
You're a fine observer!

Sylvia Marquetta
Oh my this is such a touching poem. And I am sure he didn't mind at all, except maybe for the combed hair.......smiling. Nice Poem.

David Taylor
fine writing and observation, enjoyed this very much

lalitha iyer
wow!!!!marvel the lines.....

Ency Bearis
That's where life ends, be presentable to another voyage - to afterlife. Great write on post mortem care well crafted poem.

Nikunj
satirical and imaginitive ...good one