Here’s the suit I wore when I was newly born

It’s not worth taking to the charity shop

People today prefer brand new,

So may as well drop it in the skip

 

Ah, my favourite old t-shirt

Once I wore it every day

But now may as well rip it up and make it into cloths

It’s only thin, it’ll easily rip

 

I know that jacket so well

I wore it on my wedding day

It’s rather small on me now, and not the sort of thing I might wear,

On a trip

 

I wish I could still fit into my faded blue jeans

Those jeans and I had fun together many moons ago

I couldn’t wear them now without them giving me

Something of a nip

 

But this black shroud,

Perhaps this will be of use one day

It can cover me up when I lie in state

It should do the job

In a snip