Boots
I owned a pair of bootsBought just twelve years ago
Those boots to me were beauts
Perfect fit from heel to toe
They had a scuff or two
Or maybe four or five
Were not exactly new
And were barely just alive
"Now their time has passed,"
My wife kept telling me
She had me all aghast
With her "dump the boots" decree
She never understood
My boot-i-ful devotion
I know she never could
Have this boot-i-ful emotion
My boots were friends with soul
Soles with built in last
I asserted self-control
By not forsaking them so fast
Old Friends, so true and tried
Should never ever be
Nonchalantly cast aside
Like dirt and old debris
But, alas, the time had come
For her to have her way
Bootless, I was numb
It was a sad sad day
By Stan Cooper...6/15/02 graphic by Don Hunt
Poetry by Stan Cooper
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Written on 2007-03-04 at 08:16
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