The Man of Hats

If you were told of bad, deceitful thieves who lie and cheat and steal of greed again and then again, you would think not of Lou with beard of black and eyes of grey with blue. His hats sit high, stacked one by one, for he is smart, a kind, and lively son, so free of hate and lust. So calm and sweet, so sly and loose, he looks up to the cloud-filled sky and prays to He who rules up high. Glasses of round and lips of peach, his life passes with nothing to teach and no more to learn. Although he may not be sinless, he turned his life into a gift, a peaceful long bliss of joy, of love, of faith, and happiness The life of thee forever done, no one of kind has been alike, not one has done.