Barn shoes

In the morning
When the dawn is cold and grey
It’s time to do the chores,
Time to start my day

I put on my old barn shoes
Once shiny and new
Now only a shadow
Well worn, and held with glue

We’ve walked a lot of miles
Stepped in places I dare not say
They’ve been a comfort
In work and in play

But the time has come to go,
They’ve walked their final trail
For I’ve found myself another
And I couldn’t pass up the sale!

 

 

 

 

 

 

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