I bought a new hat the other day
But I don't know when I'll wear it
It's one of those brimmers you see Irish men wear
One with a name I'll never know
Fine red plaid
And comfortable to wear
I bought it for a dollar fifty
Because I fell in love with it
And felt I had the cash
I've tried it on
Gazing at my reflection from the comfort of my room
But I don't have the courage
To walk out of the house with it
I have insecurities of sorts
I suppose
My head's too big
Hair's too long
It feels too fancy
And others will think it's strange
And I don't have the confidence to tell them to stick it
Until I get the guts
The brimmer sits dangling
On a peg near the door
So I can see it when I leave
And so that one day
In a moment of pure surprise
I'll snag it as I pass
And walk too quickly to change my mind
YOU ARE READING
Poetry Book 4
Поэзияhello again! another poetry book - number four, to be exact. if you've been here a while, you know the drill: there's no order to this thing, and after 100 poems or writing pieces, there's gonna be a new book. about the cover: it was a Thursday at S...
