Thread worn warmer than the sun
Years of winters gently spun
Buttons mismatched edges frayed
Still it held the life it made
Crowds wore fur and shining steel
Yet this coat felt true and real
Soft from countless hands and hugs
Scent of hearth and kitchen mugs
Nobody stared nobody praised
Still the chest felt unamazed
Comfort trumped the passing trend
Warmth outlived the world’s pretend
Elegance in humble thread
Love in fabric long since shed
Simple coats can wear a crown—
Dignity never dresses down