Hair turned grey and ashen face
Eyes that stare and look old
Amused by ordinary people
The regret after the decline
Is that he did not meet
With ordinary people
He had that door firmly shut
He dressed in outrageous clothes
He had touched everything
He touched me
No super car-parking place
In leafy green humility
In super wardrobe
He is found in healthy conformity
In residential quiet
Someone, someday, let him go
Lindsay Crosby
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-super-wardrobe/
