Life is a heavy hat,
we wear it, and we learn to bear it,
as we age the debris grows,
bright chapeau that once was trimmed with flowers
attains a brim of dirty crows, that peck and eat our dreams,
crap filthy ropes and jump upon the battered crown
weighing down upon our ancient heads,
yet somewhere underneath the mess, we smile
warriors all, those of us who tread the long and weary miles,
for we have hope, that small and shrunken ghost
companion of our youthful days
she follows as we turn each corner
not quite the cheerful girl she used to be
but clinging on,
the wraith of expectation
My innermost feelings are starting to show
To keep them private is difficult I know
When love is present
It's very apparent
Rules don't apply, we wear a different chapeau
My hat! My hat!
Where did I leave it at?
Oh dear oh dread
It's on my head
My hat my hat my hat.
My innermost feelings are starting to show
To keep them private is difficult I know
When love is present
It's very apparent
Rules don't apply, we wear a different chapeau
© Jack Ellison 2016
One time in the past, I saw a picture of me.
I was a child; I wore a cowboy suit with cowboy hat.
I don’t remember this, but it was still part of history.
There was only, one other time, other than that.
This time I wore, baseball cap and helmet at bat,
I knew early on, my head would be bare eternally.
For my head was too big and also to flat,
Believe me whoever I asked, would definitely agree.
The thing I would use a hat for, would be to swat a gnat.
So I really have no favorite, definitely not, a Top Hat.
written for
Sponsor Carol Brown
Contest Name My Favorite Hat or Bonnet