Hats

 Oh, the hats we wear,

In all their shapes and flair!

Some are simple, some ornate,

Each a marker of our fate.

The “serious professional” hat, crisp and black,

Paired with a tie, screaming, “I’ve got my act!”

The “best friend” cap, with the stains of years,

Worn out and faded from comforting tears.

There’s the “spouse” sombrero, wide and strong,

Built to last when life’s storms come along.

The “sibling” beanie, snug, and tight,

Keeping us warm through every fight.

The “teacher’s fedora,” with a brim full of facts,

Worn to hide stress behind lesson-packed acts.

The “parent” hard hat, tough and unyielding,

Protecting young ones as they start their building.

And let’s not forget the whimsical crown,

The “I’m pretending to care” hat, colored poo-brown.

It nods at the right time, feigning delight,

While your mind hides away and takes a nap out of sight.

Some hats are silly, some hats are grand,

Some hats are borrowed, passed down secondhand.

We juggle them all, pile them high,

Until our necks are bent and our spirits sigh.

But one day we’ll laugh, life’s too precious to care

About fancy titles, we can leave our head bare.

The sun feels warm, the breeze is kind,

And for once, we leave the roles behind.

No hats to wear, no masks to bear,

Just a moment of peace, utterly rare.

For life is lighter when we simply dare

To be ourselves—no hats, just hair.

Unless you’re bald.