Lonely Guy in a Suit and Tie

Why, oh why, I say with a sigh
Am I the only one left in a suit and a tie?

Should it be that I claim that the reason
Is cause suits and ties are always in season

Or am I just a man who likes to stand out
I am awfully stubborn without any doubt

Possibly I’m like an old car with fins on the fender
And a suit makes it clear what is right for my gender

Could it be that suits are anti-aging protection
As their folds will enhance my mirrored reflection

Or is it the confidence it brings me as a man about town
Who without a doubt would never dress down

No doubt that when people see me as we pass
They think there goes a guy with a good bit of class

Worse yet it may be that it makes me think I am better
Than others around me — I’m a stronger go-getter

Or am I just trying to make up for the sins of my youth
When I dressed like a slob and was very uncouth

Yes I’ve figured it out it must be this at last
It’s my constant desire to live in the past

Synthesizing my thoughts now all together
I’m in a suit and a tie in all kinds of weather

Now to conclude why try to look so well
So sorry my reader I choose not to tell