bowler hats
there used to be a bowler hat. it was black. and i wore it everywhere. and i loved it more than anything else i owned.
it fit perfectly, and i loved it 'like a son'. but one sad day, a tragic event happened. the hat was left on a train.
i think about that hat sometimes, and realise that a part of me went with that hat. the part that lived between the top of my head and the bottom of the hat.
i miss it. i tried to find a new one, but alas - there were none that felt right. [that and the hundred-and-eighty dollar price tag]. but mark my words: someday again this boy will ride around town sporting a black, bowler hat. and life will be fantastic.
it fit perfectly, and i loved it 'like a son'. but one sad day, a tragic event happened. the hat was left on a train.
i think about that hat sometimes, and realise that a part of me went with that hat. the part that lived between the top of my head and the bottom of the hat.
i miss it. i tried to find a new one, but alas - there were none that felt right. [that and the hundred-and-eighty dollar price tag]. but mark my words: someday again this boy will ride around town sporting a black, bowler hat. and life will be fantastic.