Compliments

I'm trying to find my style.

I've never considered myself a fashionable dresser.

But I wanted to change that at least for a day.

So I pulled a sweater over my collared shirt,

threw on my cream wool trench coat,

stepped into my boots,

and put on a pair of earmuffs to keep me warm.

As I stood waiting to cross the street into the subway,

I sensed the inspection of an elderly woman.

I glanced at her and she said, "I like your boots."

"Thanks!", I said. "They're my first ever pair of boots."

The day passed and I found myself on the other side of the street,

having exited the subway, eager to arrive home.

A man a few years my younger spoke to me.

Lifting my earmuffs and taking an Airpod out,

I requested that the man kindly repeat himself.

"Woah, those are earmuffs!"

"I wanted to say I like your headphones. Where'd you get them?"

"Thank you! Frankly, I don't know -- I took them from a relative."

And we parted ways.

I thought to myself, complimented from head to toe...

Maybe I had found my style today.