Second Wind

What do I wear?

I was tagged in the clothes challenge by PoetryIsMyStrength . Quite a challenge.

Describe yourself and what you wear.
That was the challenge, so I fear.
Who am I? What do I wear?
So many faces, so many roles
Each of them mean different clothes.
You say describe them. Who am I?
Can I be found in what I wear?

Most often at work I'll wear a suit
Shirt with collar but seldom tie
Office grunge but I defy the idea
That I'm defined by what I wear.

I get to work rip off the jacket
Sleeves rolled up can't bear long sleeves
When weekend comes most often jeans
But there's so many other me's.

Running round the darkened streets
Athletic clothes defy my age
Running gear for every season
Shorts to winter weather proofs.

Or dressed in my allotment garb
Of wellie boots and dirty jeans
Or ripped and filthy summer shorts
For digging dirt and shovelling shit.
I'm happy in my scarecrow clothes.

But equally happy scrubbing up
My dinner suit from Matalan
Cheap masquerade, a faked elan
For dressing up and going out
To please the girls at smart affairs.

Or be less formal just a suit
For presentations, speaking dos
Important meetings, interviews
Well creased trousers, polished shoes.

And there's a multi coloured me
A Harlequin off to the match
My proudly quartered rugby shirt
Multi coloured gear throughout
From undershirt to hooded top
The colours of our team displayed.
And on my head so many hats
From wooley ones to baseball caps
Or on occasions jester's bells.

On international days it's white
If going to the match or not
And on my chest the proud red rose
Or three lions on a football day.

Last of all my Wattpad self
I hide behind the famous hat
A panama that's seldom worn
Unless I am in travel mode
Which of course I often am
In different clothes around the world
Swimming trunks or summer shorts
Sandals in the warmer climes.

So which of all these men is me you ask?
It's plain to see this was a task
For all these men were me but none.
I am me. I'm not my clothes.