My Old Shirt Poem by Brad Milner

My shirt is old but it wears well. It was given to me by my father and to him by his.
It's not worth anything to you, but to me it's much more than a shirt.
My children wear it sometimes, imitating their dad and my wife keeps it fresh and clean.
My friends always smile when they see me in it.
Your shirt is new and pressed. It must have cost a lot of money.
But I don't know you yet you tell me what kind of shirt to buy and where to go.
You are free with your judgement of what is stylish and important(to you)
This stain here is chocolate milk during Saturday morning cartoons.
It smells of bubble gum and my wife's perfume.
So not to be rude stranger, but go on your way for though it looks simple,
My shirt is a mirror of me and the values and judgements taught by my father and his before.