'Death Of A Hat'

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Those objects you remember poeple by often die with them.

Submitted: January 04, 2012

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The Very Old Hat

 

Death of a very old hat

Sat upon the head of a man lay flat

The memories the hat could tell

Of wearing on the man so well

Sitting, though the hat is dead

Could tell you what the old man said

And read you what the old man read;

Crooked though upon its seat

The hat worn out but still complete

Yes, the memories the hat could tell

Of a man who loved and lived so well;

Balanced on a greying perch of hair

Still, as is the room, as is the air

A fashion piece worn in days gone by

The hat served well to keep the man’s hair dry

On rainy days, all seasons too

Where fell the snow or clung the morning dew

Worn proudly on days long and short

That went to shows or sat in court

The hat could tell you every thought

The man once had and what he bought

The old man you may well have known

His family and his happy home

His wife who placed upon its throne

A very old hat that found its home,

Sitting on the head of a man lay flat

Thus marking the death of a very old hat.


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