Formed to hold up the postures of many Keeping Chiropractors out of business My bra endures many seasons The elastic no longer holds its title As foreign strings dangle out of place The material fits snuggly into the grooves of my flesh Running my finger over the clasp, that now sticks out, I latch and lock my bra into place The once brilliant color has faded away Replaced by a hint of pink or sometimes grey I adjust my straps to give my back relief As my age and births determine the gravitational fight My bra must endure year after year Tucked under a t-shirt, sweater, and a heavy coat, I am comforted knowing my bra is underneath Keeping these girls secure Lending me the support I need At night I relieve my bra from its obligations