The Hat Poem by Eddie Roa
The Hat
What hat will I wear today
To cover the bald spot and hide the gray
An obligation to human frailty
With smug but studied poise
Chin held high to hide the fidget
This charade willingly played
My shame and discomfort
For an inelegant noggin with
Scraggly growth sparsely strewn
Happy am I to be seen in
A dignified pose, a gentleman’s air
Topped with a Stetson in suede
few hairs to comb and more face to wash...dont worry about the hat Sir :)
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4/19/2024 2:23:08 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wearing a hat would tell you where the boundary of the face and pate is. Just kidding. I hope you enjoyed the poem