Wearing your Genes

Once it seemed they'd never fit

Faded, torn and out of date.

They were clearly made for you

Jaded, worn and out of time.

Now you have no need for them

Crumpled, cold and out of reach.

I saw them lying there one day

Sad, lonely and out of favour.

I darned them, washed them, let them dry

From respect and out of pity.

I tried them on the other day

Strange, curious and out of order.

I took some steps to let them breathe 

Around the house and out of doors.

They felt like they were made for me

Gently, carefully and out of love.

And now they have another life

Worn with ease, and out of pride.