The blue shirt

But there was a shade which I still could wear
It was my old friend the blue………..
Then dawned the white and woolly ones
Just as winter yawned.
And my hungry hands felt the desperate need
Of- a magical shopping wand!
But with all my spendings ,
My balance had crashed down.
Those dazzling shirts which had once gifted me the smiles
Had now cursed me with a forehead frown.
And in the coldness of winter,
When I was busy with my futile whinings,
I remembered a shade-a shirt
Which I could wear in desperate timings.
‘The shirt’ with the shade of that blue
Always ‘the shirt’- the very best
I wore it in all seasons while deceived me the rest
And of course
I wore it again and again.
And with frequent use my shirt got frayed.
And yet when my wardrobe witnessed new entries,
This was one shirt which always stayed.