The clothes I wear have a story of their own,
From hand-me downs, to the ones I bought in town.
Some are hand sewed and those are the best,
But I will continue to wear the rest.

Many colors I have I said I would never wear,
But as I have gotten older, when it comes to the color I don't really care.
The way they fit is more important to me,
And the looks on the faces of others that I see.

At one time in my life I thought of myself as a Second Hand Rose,
Cause everything I wore was a hand-me down I suppose.
As a child I always had clothes on my back,
And shoes on my feet but none on the rack.

The humble beginning that I had as a child,
Kept me from being a child that was wild.
So the next time you see me in my favorite attire,
Remember that these clothes have a story that will inspire.

From rags to riches that's just not for me,
Because I am happy just being me.
You have choices in your life that you must make,
For me the clothes I wear are the ones that I will take.

Author: Inez Champagne
Copyrighted © November 26, 2010