XVIII. Old Hat

Has the brim worn thin on this old hat?
Once pristine, immaculate when new,
And worn with a swaggered glide.
Then greeted with personal creases,
And donned undaunted with a friendly pride.

I caught my old hat's brim wearing thin,
And copped to keep it fresh with gentle care
It sheltered me so well from wind that I
Would tightly darn the edges broken through
With all that glittered, gold-wrought hope could buy.