Green Corduroy
By Wayne Tarr - VA Tomah, Wisconsin
Back in the years of grief,
when I was but a boy,
and we were on relief,
I wore green corduroy.
Green corduroy we had,
to signify disgrace,
and mark the poorest lad,
at the social level’s base.
But changed now are times —
green corduroy is chic,
and worn by him who climbs
to the social ladder’s peak.
Posted in Poetry Archive | From: Fall 1967