Excuse me please, but I’m here to inquire about making an exchange

I sincerely hope this odd request of mine is something you can arrange

This old wrinkled and worn-out suit has become a symbol of my chagrin

It appears my younger physic has been concealed by all this saggy skin

Way down deep inside of me and most assuredly has been forgotten

Lay all the musty old dreams and the silly hopes that never were begotten

For there was an imagination so exceptionally large and so full of grandeur

That all the many escapades in my life never came close to being a cure

Oh, I do apologize most profusely for there are times when I tend to digress

These untimely lapses in my lucidness are quite diverting I must confess

So, I shall not linger any longer now in seeking from you this certain favor

I wish to go back to a younger time, a time when my suit I did not deplore

The suit that I had worn way back when had a more finely tailored fit

It belonged to happier days of simplicity I thought would never quit

I wish to go back to the lure of illusion and the imagination so grand

Back to those hope filled dreams that I had let slip from my hand

I had chased the false revelations of a future as I lived as an adult

Lured into believing the assurances from a most deceptive cult

And now here I am waiting in this line at the exchanges and return

I desperately wish to make an exchange, can you help with my concern

I truly desire to exchange this wrinkled and saggy birthday suit of mine

For the one I had years ago before it began showing its decline