I never owned designer clothes or shoes,
but still I used to ponder what to wear.
To look all right and feel okay, I’d choose
my outfit carefully. I didn’t care
about the latest styles, but I took
some time and effort when I made my picks.
I paid attention to the feel and look –
what I in morning donned I couldn’t fix.

But 2020 is a fashion bust.
I have nowhere to go, no one to see.
My bubble is so tiny, I adjust
my choice of garb; it’s only seen by me
alone, at least 5 days in every week.
Deliberately I’m wearing nothing chic.

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