Hats, oh so many, he donned.
Shapes, sizes, and shades: a myriad.
The world lauded, applauded and adored.
And tossed their hats, in the air.
Yet he kept all of his on;
Delighted the world and lightened their weary heads.
Until those hats piled one atop another.
Perhaps, he felt weighed down
yet he never shrugged.
For all they could hear were his jokes
and not those unspoken words.
Now, silence echoes and absence prevails.
As he's left the room without opening the door.
And that pile of hats has landed six feet above the floor.