The Old Hat

Wrinkled, worn, and weather-beaten

one old hat sits aloft a dusty shelf.

A witness to individual history,

a vision of days gone by

of both good and bad times,

a garment of many memories.

Like a King’s crown,

the hat once sat cocked to the right

over a stern, but wise brow.

Well used and sweat stained,

but worn with dignity and pride

by one unyielding individualist.

A common man by all accounts

of uncommon quality and character.

A man who never lost focus

on the true widgets of life

even when it was at a cost.

A man who once owned :

a pocket full of dreams,

a desire for pure freedom,

a true lust for life,

and one old hat.

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I have been writing quite a number of years. I have been published numerous times and I have won several writing awards throughout the years. I won one for poetry just last year from a state contest through my college, the College of Central Florida. I graduated Magna Cum Laude from that same college in 2015 with a degree in Mass Communications. I now have a BA in Psychology from Saint Leo University and I am working on a Masters in Forensic Psychology at SNHU.

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