Eight-line Poems

Hats

Hats

Long ago, when I was young,
when days were bright and ballads sung,
I had a hat, both large and black,
with crown as tall as train’s smokestack.,
a floppy brim and feather proud,
the finest hat in my hippy crowd.
But times do change, those days are gone,
no hats I own, no hats I don.


Line count: 8
Rhyming couplets
For Express It In Eight, 01.17.23
Prompt: Do you like to wear hats?