This is my hat
And I wear it in the rain
To show you that I’m not ashamed
Of the coat and shoes I’ve lost
Standing in my rain drenched socks
Tarry how I carry on
For I sing a silly song’
To remember who I am
When not holding mothers hand
Play the record back again
The teary eyes of an old man
the life that he could have had
is a memoir in a bag
salutations in your ears
goodbye humming loud and clear
farewell Ms. America
and the other boys like her.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem