Thomas W. Case

Gold Star - 5,340 Points (November 10 1966 / Oxnard, California)

My Hat - Poem by Thomas W. Case

I found this
old hat at
the Salvation Army.
I like it, it fits well;
kind of Sinatraesque.
I've received lots
of compliments.
But it doesn't stop the
cats from screeching in
the night.
It can't quench my
thirst.
It will never bring
my Mom or Dad back.
It's just a hat.
It can't fix my
relationship- it won't
break the horse or
heal
Lautrec's legs.
It won't give Vincent
his cobalt blue dreams or
give back Poe's
Annabelle Lee.
But
it's my hat and
I like it.

Topic(s) of this poem: life

Form: Prose Poem


Comments about My Hat by Thomas W. Case

  • Edward Kofi Louis (11/19/2016 12:44:00 PM)

    It's my hat
    This old hat! Thanks for sharing this poem with us. (Report) Reply

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  • Kelly Kurt (3/28/2015 12:29:00 PM)


    It's your poem, and I like it. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, March 28, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, March 24, 2017


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