Sailing to windward


(*) The Hat That Fits - Poem by Sailing to windward

The hat that fits the head that shakes
knows not the warmth that nodding makes.
The shirt worn on the back that turns
knows not the joy that friendship earns.
Grimed boots not at the threshold left
risk spreading dirt to neighbour’s weft.
The blinkers worn to shade poor eyes
produce a view that some despise.
The shoes that walk through life alone
know not the strength from love or home
and gloves left on when shaking hands
deny the touch of truth to man.


Comments about (*) The Hat That Fits by Sailing to windward

  • John Brown (11/10/2012 8:10:00 AM)


    A poem extremely well written. I loved it. (Report) Reply

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  • Vidyadhar Durgekar (7/12/2008 3:56:00 AM)


    One of the very good poem I have read, good rhyming I liked it (Report) Reply

  • (4/5/2008 3:55:00 AM)


    A touching and flowing and truthful piece, Bob. Thanks. t x (Report) Reply

  • (4/5/2008 2:58:00 AM)


    Bob.. this is poignant.... may all our immune systems tolerate any nervous dispositions that face us in life xx (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, April 5, 2008

Poem Edited: Friday, September 9, 2011


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