Stepped away from his desk
\nHis job?\u00a0 It was through.
\nReached his hand to his collar
\nKnew just what to do.
\nGave a tug at his tie
\nFrom his neck slipped it loose.
\nTossed it into the trash
\nNo more need for that noose.<\/p>\n
Before he stepped onto
\nThe subway, the train,
\nA crazy idea had just
\nEntered his brain.
\nHe’d always thought suit coats
\nWere heavy and brash,
\nSo with no looking back
\nHe threw his in the trash.<\/p>\n
While on the walk home
\nOn a route that he knew
\nOn a sparsely housed lane
\nWith residents few.
\nHe made a quick gesture
\nDecisive and curt
\nTo peel off and toss aside
\nHis Oxford-cloth shirt.<\/p>\n
Though his job was already
\nSorta buried and dead
\nHe wasn’t quite home yet
\nHe had more to shed.
\nHaving left far behind him
\nThe stress, the hard knocks,
\nHe took off and threw far
\nHis shoes and his socks.<\/p>\n
He walked for a while
\nIn this odd partial state
\nDemeanor uplifted
\nHis attitude: great!
\nThen frankly he realized
\nThat now was his chance
\nHe slipped off and flung away
\nHis tailored dark pants.<\/p>\n
He’d forgotten how good
\nHis life could be feeling
\nGetting rid of his burdens
\nWas pleasant, appealing.
\nThere wasn’t much left
\nTo himself he confessed
\nSo with a flick of his wrist
\nHe took off the rest.<\/p>\n
He tossed his sleek undies
\nAs far as he could
\nCompletely at peace he felt
\nHappiness, Good.
\nAnd continued his walk
\nMaybe ten minutes more
\n’till soon, ‘fore he knew it
\nStood right at his door.<\/p>\n
He relished the breeze
\nThis was mighty cool livin’
\nWearing nothing but what
\nThe Creator had given.
\nHe took one more minute
\nThen opened his door
\nStepped into his house
\nExposed no more.<\/p>\n
He knew that his burdens
\nWere bigger than clothes
\nThough shedding them helped,
\nAs far as that goes.
\nHe’d now take to writing
\nA book was his goal
\n‘Stead of stripping his body
\nHe’d just bare his soul.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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