Three Raincoats

Three raincoats,

Hanging on a wall.

Just pieces of clothing,

Or is that really all?

The first raincoat,

Worn with innocence,

When play existed anywhere,

And days existed with joy not seen hence.

The second raincoat,

Worn when time was tight.

But love and happiness were endless,

One of the best memories in hindsight.

The last raincoat,

Worn as the sun begins to set.

When thoughts drift to the past,

And smiles grow in contentment.

Three raincoats,

Hanging on a wall.

Just pieces of clothing,

Or is that really all?