A Senior Moment Poem by Jim Yerman

I am not a fashionista…
which perhaps you might have guessed.
But my clothes are usually neat and clean…
and I try to look my best.

The other day, however, I learned a little of what fashion's all about
when my wife and I stopped at the bank and she whispered…
"Jim…your shirts on inside out."

I quickly assessed the situation…and darned if she wasn't right.
I looked for sympathy from the teller…but she was chuckling at the sight.

In a failed attempt to rescue my pride…I seized my only chance.
"Oh, it's not inside out." I said, "it's how they're wearing shirts in France."

"Ho, ho…thees will be the style zoon." I said in my best French pantomime.
"Inside out! ooh la la and sacre bleu…I'm just ahead of my time."

I think I had the men convinced
but the women were looking at me strange…
then the teller leaned over and whispered,
"We have a bathroom where you can change."

So I smiled, stood up proud and tall…and without making a sound
Walked into the bathroom…and turned my shirt around.

Perhaps one day the fashion world…will understand what I'm about…
until then I will acquiesce…and wear shirts right side out.