"An Empty Suit" by Robert Phillips

The poem starts off by placing this vivid image of this big rich business man in the big city, successful, and living the life. Having it made with all the wealth and you would picture him in the casino with his big bucks and lovely ladies next to him and all.

But suddenly you find that the story slowly went from him living up the life to having less time to sent his suit in the dry cleaners. The poem there after starts to talk about the various stains and the reasons for being there. He would say he was a smoker, and then how he lost weight, due to the fact that his trousers of the suit is frayed.

It makes the assumption that suddenly something has happened to him, something devastating. He is getting sick, maybe from his extravagant smoking and partying lifestyle, who knows. But then you realize that it was merely a suit, not worn by a person, and observed. But instead in a thrift store. Lying there, starting from the high and found at its low.