My Granddad wore a fedora style hat to work,
He was proud of it and proud of his job, a clerk.
My father never wore that type of hat,
The fedora was placed in the closet where it sat.
My father did wear a baseball cap for his favorite team,
He wore it every time he went out and when acknowledged did beam.
His brother wore a different type of cap for quite a while,
A marine to the core, it was white and black rimed that he did adore.
Myself I wore a cap to cover my bald head,
I avoided the sun and did not want to become red.
Hats are what you make of them but one thing is true,
It tells you a little about the person, just a simple clue.