“Men’s Warehouse is Now a Cable Tv and Internet Display”

In the halls of grand attire, where threads once danced,

Now silent stands the Men’s Warehouse, reborn anew.

From cloth and stitch, to cable’s grip, a vibrant chance,

A world of pixels blooms, a screen’s palette, bright and true.

Oh, threads that wove the dreams of men, where have you gone?

The fibers that embraced us close, do they yet remain?

In this brave age of swift connections, swift as dawn,

One cannot help but wonder, have we lost the gentle strain?

Suits and ties, replaced by wires, a digital embrace,

Where once we stood, now algorithms whisper sweet.

The sartorial landscape altered, a virtual space,

As Men’s Warehouse fades, the march of progress, bittersweet.

Yet in this glowing shrine, a truth we must confess,

The threads that bind us now, through cable’s tangled mess,

In virtual congregation, the world compressed,

Perhaps the fabric of our lives was never solely in our dress.

A homage to the past, a nod to what’s ahead,

In pixels bright, the human spirit finds new threads.

For in the heart of the Men’s Warehouse, now glowing bright,

We find the testament to change, to evolution’s tireless fight.

“Men’s Warehouse is Now a Cable Tv and Internet Display,”

A tribute to the past, a herald of a new way.

For in the end, our wardrobe is but one story we can share,

The true tale of progress, the relentless journey, everywhere.

prompt:

pull ideas from here: https://www.worksonbecoming.com/poems-while-becoming-me

for a new poem by Russell Foltz-Smith aka #worksonbecoming.

the poem is entitled:

“Men’s Warehouse is Now a Cable Tv and Internet Display”