Boots

I found a pair of boots upon the street So I took them home to wear on my feet I washed them I cleaned them and I aired them out So I could put them all later when I would walk about. I put my new boots on, and I walked down the road They seemed so very sturdy to carry my heavy load Then they took me places where I have never been I could tell that these boots were very well broken in. They felt so very soft and comfortable upon my feet How excited I was for my new boots others would see. And when I did my walk many persons just stared As they looked at my new boots but I really never cared. Maybe they too just wanted boots just like mine But this one thing I knew they were hard for me to find. I had so much fun with my brand new pair of boots We walked everywhere they placed me in a happy mood And the longer that I walked still no pain did I feel I was excited and content my life became so surreal. So it started to get late so I decided to walk home So that's were we head just me and my boots alone And then when I took them off I placed them beside my bed So I could be ready for my next journey or adventure ahead. I wore those boots of mine for many, many years They always felt so comfortable never brought me any tears I would wash them and clean them and polish them too Now they were always mine and they always looked brand new. Then one day I wore another pair of shoes when I went out I left my old boots home alone so they could air out So myself and my new shows were gone most of the day As I had errands to run and also many bills to pay. But sadly when I got home I was taken by surprise My boots were stolen and that brought tears to my eyes I thought to myself who would steal those old boots of mine Boots that have been worn and used who would commit that crime. So I went out and bought so many different pairs of shoes And none are that old as they are all seemingly brand new I still go for my walks and I still go to town and all about My feet are so much happier now I myself with joy wanna shout But every now and then I think about those boots I once wore The ones I found on the street and I never bought in the store I wonder now if they are ragged and torn and beyond repair But that's someone else problem now, so why would I care. Randy L. McClave