The Underwear Drawer

Hello Poetry Lovers

Now don’t get too excited with this title. At my era, an intriguing underwear drawer no longer exists, only memories of wispy lace and sheer stockings. Long gone and replaced by Marks cotton underwear.

Although this is welcome, we can’t help but hark back to skimpier days. Read on

Underwear Drawer

My underwear drawer no longer has wispy delights

Just cotton knix and American Tan tights

No longer a whiff of a silk peignoir

Or my beautiful past Gossard bras

No more glimpses of a suspender

Too uncomfortable while watching Eastenders

I can’t remember when comfort outwitted glamour

Or when I stopped being a vamp, more like a grandma

I’d love to see me and heels rekindled

But with fallen arches, my options dwindled

Wrapped in a cosy passionless dressing gown

I feel there’s worse fates going around  

HM 2025

Doesn’t that sum it up for a lot of us?! No longer out to entice or impress, these once-cherished things get ditched. There is a wistful underwear drawer in all of us.

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