My Wardrobe Needs a Clear-out

My wardrobe needs a clear-out,

It's really far too full,

And yet I'm always hampered

By the ever-present pull

To keep nearly every item,

For they all form a part

Of my life in all its richness,

So it's very hard to start.

Some dresses have just languished

On a hanger all forlorn,

But still I hope to wear them

Though for years they've been unworn.

I've endless pretty blouses,

With long sleeves and with short,

Some very old, but others

That quite recently I've bought,

But I need them all for matching

With the skirts I want to wear,

Or else I might start looking

And find nothing matching there.

My cardigans and jumpers

Take up quite a lot of space,

But I couldn't be in fashion,

If that were not the case,

My scarves are rather numerous,

Every colour, shape and style;

I like co-ordination,

So I need a largish pile.

My skirts - I need so many

To look different every day,

And since they all still fit me,

Every one will have to stay.

So though my wardrobe's creaking

With not an inch to spare,

I don't really feel like parting

With anything hanging there.