The hat that fits the head that shakes <br />knows not the warmth that nodding makes. <br />The shirt worn on the back that turns <br />knows not the joy that friendship earns. <br />Grimed boots not at the threshold left <br />risk spreading dirt to neighbour’s weft. <br />The blinkers worn to shade poor eyes <br />produce a view that some despise. <br />The shoes that walk through life alone <br />know not the strength from love or home <br />and gloves left on when shaking hands <br />deny the touch of truth to man.<br /><br />Sailing to windward<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-hat-that-fits/
