Hair turned grey and ashen face <br />Eyes that stare and look old <br />Amused by ordinary people <br />The regret after the decline <br />Is that he did not meet <br />With ordinary people <br /> <br />He had that door firmly shut <br />He dressed in outrageous clothes <br />He had touched everything <br />He touched me <br /> <br />No super car-parking place <br />In leafy green humility <br />In super wardrobe <br />He is found in healthy conformity <br />In residential quiet <br />Someone, someday, let him go<br /><br />Lindsay Crosby<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-super-wardrobe/
