The Man with Many Hats
The traveler is different wherever he goes,
The ones underneath, nobody knows,
Upon itself bequeathed, a sword in a sheath,
And beasts from Eastern hillsides,
Clothed in horn and hide in death throes,
Run down mountainsides in strides,
Drinking from the fountains of pride,
There’s a wise guy in there, somewhere,
He tries to seek, finds hilarious ties,
To reap what he sows, he always knows the wise,
There’s a man in deep thought, for naught else is true,
There’s a player of games, a speaker there too,
A drinker, a pothead, and acid freak really,
All of them reaching ahead for the ceiling,
Dealing with darkness and light shining high,
Angels and demons and Gods in the sky,
Was I so high, when all this began?
Too young for a son, to pretend he’s a man,
Not understanding how he broke the plan,
Because at one point he would not take a stand,
A loner, a stoner, a boner or two,
There’s a comedian riding high in there too,
A dreamer, a doctor, a politician, a poet,
A musician, a policeman, a judge and he knows it,
A prince and a prophet, a lord and a beggar,
Adored and bled over, a head over their shoulders,
One shivering cold, another sweating tears,
Old bones to be buried under the weight of the years,
A man full of tears, a Seer of things,
A loser and winner, full of smarts and stings,
A heart wishing for wings, a new start, a beginning,
A car for some singing, a star one is bringing,
A soothsayer, a player, a womanizer, a fantasizer,
A harmonizer, a failed liar, a trailed after mad laughter scryer,
Always wishing to go a bit higher,
Knowing full well what it means to die,
Not liking to hide behind shy masks,
Pass time more wisely, just relax,
Realize The Mind is never easy,
Find it pleasing in any season,
Hold to a place where you may stay,
And let life continue on its way.
