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Three Hats
A poem about our selves
Three hats hang upon the shelf
Each one represents a self
All are worn at different times
Which I’ll describe with different rhymes
The hat of white is soft and sweet
Its gentleness and kindness mete
Compassion, friendly words, a smile
That asks one please to stay awhile
It bows its head and folds its hands
And always — always — understands
It is the core of values strong
And sings a good soul’s solid song
The dark hat speaks of inner things
Of my mind’s secret wanderings
Not necessarily all bad
Sometimes just quiet, sometimes sad.
It contemplates, and weighs and thinks
(And sometimes cries when life just stinks)
It is the hat that few may see
It is the darkest part of me.
The hat with colors, textures bright
Is full of love and laughter light
It speaks of passion, gives it wings
