When I Am Sixty I
Shall Wear A Hat
When I am sixty I shall wear a hat
Whether it be cold or not
I’m not sure what you think about the idea
The weather notwithstanding
I feel the time has come to adopt a little style
To assume a certain persona
A characteristic feature by which I am known
And seen about the town
I haven’t yet made a decision about the gloves and scarf
Although I think both are highly unlikely
For I do not want to be too encumbered
In my daily perambulations
But a modest titfer
perched aloft
Covering what remains of my thin hair
May be that thing which is missing from my life
And makes a certain statement
And although it may slow me down
Owing to wind resistance
Its shape being unlikely to be streamlined
Perhaps I might appear a little taller
And people will recognise me from a distance
As I go about my daily business
And say to one another ‘there he goes –
That man who wears a hat because he’s sixty.’
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