Hats Poem by Darwin Henry Beuning
Hats
Life is a series
Of different hats
We will discuss
But a few
When first born
A child's hat
Hopefully, being worn
In a loving home
As a youth,
A student's hat
Worn then
And the many years beyond
Suddenly,
The hat of a spouse
Becoming bride or groom
Two, becoming one
With the birth
Of a child,
A parent's hat.
The cycle goes on
I particularly like baseball caps like you have. I wear them on my daily run. They have a 'sporty' look.
Pictured are some of the hats in my life. The one hat we can all relate to is the Volunteer Hat.
Hank doesn't wear a hat; I can tell you that. No matter what he says, You'll never see his fez. Of course, all of the hats in your poem were simply figurative. Well done. I like it. The symbolism is great. Deserves a ten for that alone.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/23/2024 8:41:54 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Absolutely fascinating. Life of a man offers different hats to don at different stages. Thanks.