Spring cleaning

I've been rather busy with work for the past few weeks, and today, I finally sat down to clean up the mess accummulated in my bedroom. For some reason, bedrooms are usually the place that suck in books, magazines, notepads and other sundry written materials, and somehow, in the process, I discovered this poem I'd written last year. I dont know why I wrote it but I thought it was such a coincidence that the poem talked about the very thing that I was doing this evening.


let me clean the wardrobe today
and retrieve the lost innocence
of my boyhood days:
the t-shirts and jeans
that saw my youth fade
like the fabric itself
and the jacket
that made a man
out of me.