The Man Of Many Hats Poem by Evelyn Judy Buehler

A subtle man of such flair-
Comes and goes as in thin air!
Always trimmed neat his hair.
Never certain what he'll wear.
He's been seen in many rooms;
Master of bold costumes!
Where he goes, fashion blooms;
As butterflies emerge from little tombs!
He, a master of disguise,
Suddenly cool and worldly wise,
Evokes from ladies admiring sighs;
His stature seems to touch the skies.
He, a marvel and a mystery,
Like mermaid legends of the sea;
Such a fine dramatist is he,
He can be anyone he wants to be.
He, the man of subtle grace;
Charmed are those who've seen his face.
Expends allure that time can't erase,
Then like smoke, gone without a trace!