Plain And Simple Poem by Edwina Reizer

When I walked through the door
of a fancy fashion store.
All around was finery.
Who could ask for anything more?

But all I saw was not for me.
It was too fancy for my eyes.
So when I tried one on for size
I saw immediately
that fancy lace and silks and satin
never were my style.
And still just the sight I saw in the glass
for that shortened while
contented me to know myself
and who I'd never be.
Simple, comfortable and practical
were the clothes for me.

When I walked through the door
of that fancy fashion store
I went in because I needed a job
and saw a sign on the door

'HELP NEEDED'