There is a corner of the closet where the old and the cherished reside.
I don't look there much or dust it that often but it fills me with some form of pride.
It houses the clothes that are so loved or over-used
That they are threadbare and faded from the many machines
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Beautiful poem. It's so refreshing for people to look at something as ordinary as a closet and find beauty and wonderful memories from it. Great job!