The Old Checkered Coat Poem by jim foulk

Seems like yesterday,
that I went out to paly,
in my old checkered coat,
my, how memories float.

My mom would say,
before you play,
put on your checkered coat
my, how memories float.

I remember the day,
I heard my mother sy,
here's your new checkered coat
my, how memories float.

Now today, I say goodbye,
in the box it goes, as I cry,
goodbye, goodbye old checkered coat,
my, how momories float