Generation Hat

'You're not going out wearing that!'
said my son in disgust at my grey trilby hat.
'But it's cool,' I protest, 'and stylish and neat,
and heads will turn as I walk down the street.
It makes me look cool, it makes me look flash,
and I wore one like this when I first saw The Clash.'
'The 80s are over,' he said with a glare,
'you're passed it and old, and you've lost all your hair.
Someone might see you, one of the crew,
and then they'll all know I've got a sad dad like you.'
So my hat gathers dust on the top shelf,
and it only gets worn when I'm by myself
in front of the mirror, when I realise the truth ...
It takes more than a hat to go back to your youth.