Some hats are white and some are black,
and some are various shades of gray,
but in this age when there’s a lack
of hats it’s often hard to say
what sort of man you’re talking to.
It’s hard to tell, when heads are bare,
what sort of individual you
are with, and whether you should care
if they have not gone to a hatter
is now a question very few
who’re seeking a persona grata
now ask. We’re more accustomed to
examine other features, for
example eyes, to see when they
engage with you if your rapport
with them is black or white or gray.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Love this...and we writers are all wearers of multiple hats if we are gifted with a multitude of things...you definately are gifted! My Best To You, Theo