Tom Sawyer

When I can afford no clothes,
 these I have are sanctified;
  the threadbare are forgiven and loved.
  That they exist is the miracle.
  That I have any at all is God’s blessing.
When I can afford what is my wont,
 a new criteria rules the wardrobe.
Holy is rendered crumby
 and the faith that held the threads together
  is unraveled;
  a new regime overlooks the angels
   guarding tramps.