They're a bit out of reach
But my goal is to try.
I can't quite fit them
And I don't know why.
My helmet, my shield,
Feel a little bit cold,
But I'm trying to wear them
Like I've been told.
The sword's a bit heavy
The belt is too small,
My breastplate and shoes
Just don't fit at all.
It's not that I feel
I'm suited too well-
I'm just trying to wear them;
Why, I can't tell.
But I'm told that I should,
And so I feel the need.
I don't quite feel the love,
But the rules I still heed.
I'm here in my armor;
That much I know.
So I'm all dressed up
With nowhere to go.
postscript
If you don't know what they're for, why would you wear them?