Stubbornly Determined
I need to stay in charge,
for a while longer at least.
I am not ready to pour myself
into a pair of soft, easy trousers,
delicious promise of comfy
waistband (broad, of course),
nice and high, to contain
escaping ripples;
so I continue to dress
horizontally, edging reluctant
jeans till they nestle irritatingly
on complaining, incredulous hips.
And if the early morning air is
tinged with a little colour as I
wrestle a mocking button and
zip, then so be it – as long as the
comfy waistband is waiting in the
wings, all will be well.
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