“Hats”
What does the future hold for me?
This I may never know.
Will my eyes be allowed to see
What the world has to show?
A bonnet once adorned my head,
Right after I was born.
And who will know, before I’m dead,
How many hats I’ve worn.
One badge, one hat, two fingers raised,
A cub, a boy, a scout.
For quite some time my eyes were glazed.
But soon the shine wore out.
Talented And Gifted they swore,
A notch above the rest.
Perfection I was striving for
And never second best.
As a scholar and an athlete,
I seemed to find my way.
Success had tasted oh so sweet.
I had to make it stay.
Through it all, I came out on top,
Though it was a hassle.
A speech, a crowd, my mom and pop,
Cap and gown and tassel.
A college, a community,
A path that I would take.
At least the hat I wore was free,
Though maybe a mistake.
At one time I donned a chef’s hat,
Proficiency arose.
The odors that had come of that
Were pleasing to the nose.
I tried my hands at industry,
Like father had before.
It did not take me long to see
The hats left at the door.
Soon it was time to leave the nest,
Parting, such sweet sorrow.
But by and by ‘twas for the best,
Though I had to borrow.
Early I wore a thinking cap
And it fit very tight.
But soon my brain would take a nap.
Success was not in sight.
Out of nowhere this passion came.
Perhaps it was the drug.
Hats did not seem to fit the same
For headphones are too snug.
A party hat I did put on
Quarter after quarter.
Then came the day when I would don
A board made from mortar.
Johnny Corporate needed care
And running I did come.
The extra hats they made me wear
Were simply bothersome.
The sun is coming up real soon.
It’s time for me to sleep.
And if I can get up at noon,
This promise I will keep.
Soon enough I will ease your mind.
I know this is not fun.
Maybe not now, but soon I’ll find
A hat that fits your son.
What does the future hold for me?
This I may never know.
Will my eyes be allowed to see
What the world has to show?
A bonnet once adorned my head,
Right after I was born.
And who will know, before I’m dead,
How many hats I’ve worn.
One badge, one hat, two fingers raised,
A cub, a boy, a scout.
For quite some time my eyes were glazed.
But soon the shine wore out.
Talented And Gifted they swore,
A notch above the rest.
Perfection I was striving for
And never second best.
As a scholar and an athlete,
I seemed to find my way.
Success had tasted oh so sweet.
I had to make it stay.
Through it all, I came out on top,
Though it was a hassle.
A speech, a crowd, my mom and pop,
Cap and gown and tassel.
A college, a community,
A path that I would take.
At least the hat I wore was free,
Though maybe a mistake.
At one time I donned a chef’s hat,
Proficiency arose.
The odors that had come of that
Were pleasing to the nose.
I tried my hands at industry,
Like father had before.
It did not take me long to see
The hats left at the door.
Soon it was time to leave the nest,
Parting, such sweet sorrow.
But by and by ‘twas for the best,
Though I had to borrow.
Early I wore a thinking cap
And it fit very tight.
But soon my brain would take a nap.
Success was not in sight.
Out of nowhere this passion came.
Perhaps it was the drug.
Hats did not seem to fit the same
For headphones are too snug.
A party hat I did put on
Quarter after quarter.
Then came the day when I would don
A board made from mortar.
Johnny Corporate needed care
And running I did come.
The extra hats they made me wear
Were simply bothersome.
The sun is coming up real soon.
It’s time for me to sleep.
And if I can get up at noon,
This promise I will keep.
Soon enough I will ease your mind.
I know this is not fun.
Maybe not now, but soon I’ll find
A hat that fits your son.
