Ode by Pablo Neruda

I chose Ode to Clothes, in the beginning two sentences; "Every morning you wait, clothes, over a chair". made me laugh as it explains exactly what i do every day. Every night before sleeping i grab clothes from my closet  and place them on a chair, these are the clothes ill be wearing the next day. Besides this i also chose this ode because i find it more entertaining than the others it started making me laugh and then suddenly the ode turns darker and sad;

"I wonder
if one day
a bullet
from the enemy
will leave you stained with my blood
and then
you will die with me"