When I wore you with a tie you made me look respectable.
When I wore you with jeans you made me look nonchalant.
When I wore you with holes in the sleeve you made me look rebellious.
Now the end is near, we both know it.
If you were a tee shirt it would be easy.
I would shred you and wash the car with you, but you deserve better than that.
Instead I will continue to wear you until my wife can no longer take it.
Like all of my old underwear, she will steal you away in the night and take you to a better place.
Until then, remember, I always wore you close to my heart.
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