.
The older you get the greater the need
to cover up things. Boney knees,
for example, thinning arms, thinning
hair.
Whoever invented the hat has my
thanks aplenty. The gray, you see
makes me think I am older
than I actually am. Had it a while
but wishing for dyes and bandanas
has become an obsession. The
hats serve.
Closets were made for hats.
Made for hat accents, hat pins,
and accessories. There once
were shops full of hats. Women
made them, now they
come with designer labels. I
miss hat shops.
Last thing donned, first thing
removed, the hat, the way
to stay warm when snow comes
down to cool the heads
of crowds. Hats provide shade
when the sun's radiation
heats up the concrete
and makes warbling mirages
in the distance. Hats.
.
Lady A
10-01-12
I love it!
Great poem, Lady A! (and dredged up a forgotten memory of an old girlfriend as well! ;-)
I Take The Bow
with thanks and gratitude. Glad to have sparked a memory of an old chum. Be well ~~A~~