THE LONELY HAT
It was seven in the morning, seven below
I was livin’ in a little town in Ohio
I was walkin’ my dog, his name was Joe
When we saw a curiosity in the snow
It was a lonely hat, blue and black
Dirty but furry with floppy earflaps
I picked it up, put it in my black back pack
And I took it home that lonely hat.
I brushed and dusted the dirt away
I was gonna have a happy hat by the end of the day
It was fluffy, puffy, cute as a cat
But it wasn’t enough – it was a lonely hat.
It was a lonely hat, blue and black
Dirty but furry with floppy earflaps
I picked it up, put it in my black back pack
And I took it home that lonely hat.
Was I doing something wrong? Maybe I should quit
Then I tried it on, it was a perfect fit
No more lonely hat, on my head it sat
Friendly, furry with floppy earflaps
It was friends with my jacket, my black backpack
He had a home, that lonely hat
Throughout November I am writing a poem every day as part of an effort to raise funds for The Center For New Americans. If you like the poems (or even if you don’t) and would like to support this fantastic organization, please follow this link. Thanks.