Back at the pub we are writing about the many hats we may wear or bear as a symbol of our lives
The hat you wear when you are young
Is stylish, smart and strong
But that old hat becomes a wall
As you age it feels all wrong.
So now you wear a softer hat
One that you change each day
For every hat you have collected
Will in your closet stay.
We cannot lose the hats we hate
Or keep the ones we love
We just hold on and hope our hats
Will fit us like a glove.
Some are tall and some are not
It matters on the day
So wear your hat and say your prayers
For on your head they stay.
©2022 CBialczak Poetry