Three hats hang upon the shelf
Each one represents a self
All are worn at different times
Which I’ll describe with different rhymes
The hat of white is soft and sweet
Its gentleness and kindness mete
Compassion, friendly words, a smile
That asks one please to stay awhile
It bows its head and folds its hands
And always – always – understands
It is the core of values strong
And sings a good soul’s solid song
The dark hat speaks of inner things
Of my mind’s secret wanderings
Not necessarily all bad
Sometimes just quiet, sometimes sad.
It contemplates, and weighs and thinks
(And sometimes cries when life just stinks)
It is the hat that few may see
Because it’s the dark part of me.
The hat with colors, textures bright
Is full of love and laughter bright
It speaks of passion, gives it wings
And sometimes leads to naughty things
I must admit that on its post
It is the hat I love the most
It makes my heart fly, gives me wings
And is what makes desires to sing.
So which hat do I wear today?
And which hat should I put away?
If I would view my life as is
Which hat is best suited for this?
I think for comfort and for care
The white hat must adorn my hair
I need to bathe in kindness soft
I need to hold my heart aloft
The dark hat weighs too much to bear
And sadness, no, nor deep despair.
The colored hat must be a no –
All dressed up with no place to go.
And so for now I’ll soften self
And keep the others on the shelf.