The Tailor Poem by Randy McClave

Whenever I see nice clothes stitched together
I know it wasn't made by mistake or by Mother Nature,
And I know that they weren't stitched together by accident
That will be my truthful argument.
When they are the correct color and the perfect length
People see them as their strength,
We wear them and feel comfortable and masculine and good
As they should.
They indeed was created and stitched together by a master Tailor
Not by accident, or by mistake or by failure,
Creating them of course the Tailor took his time
To make them perfect and long enduring and prime.
He made sure there were pockets, button holes and a zipper to zip
And with no one else did he share a partnership,
He was proud and happy of the clothes for men that he created
And never could they be approved upon on or outdated.
The Tailor made clothes for women as well
Of course different styles and looks for the female,
He created for them skirts and also dresses
And designed them with beauty and femininity as the soul expresses.
They were stitched together in different lengths and sizes
And they all turned out to be great prizes,
Different colors and designs for each individual female to wear
Which proudly they never share.
Nothing good ever created was created without intention
That fact I will always mention,
And the Tailor that created the world and life as clothes
He did it, because he loved and he chose.

RandyL. McClave