One Old Hat

Wrinkled, worn, and weather-beaten one old hat sits a loft a dusty shelf. A witness to individual history, a vision of days gone by of both good and bad times, a garment of many memories. Like a King's crown, the hat once sat cocked to the right over a stern, but wise brow. Well used and sweat stained, but worn with dignity and pride by one unyielding individualist. A common man by all accounts of uncommon quality and character. A man who never lost focus on the true widgets of life even when it was at a cost. A man who once owned: a pocket full of dreams, a desire for pure freedom, a true lust for life, and one old hat.