When I am old, I am old <br />with little time left. <br />With little time left, with no red hat. <br />So I must make the most of it, <br />with no sad feelings. <br /> <br />Once again, and once again, <br />I call myself <br />for there is no one else— <br />I am not twins. <br />And so I think of nothing. <br />while I rock and feel the wind.<br /><br />Fred Babbin<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/no-red-hat/
