Dad’s Boots

These old boots may not look like much to you
It’s clear to see they’re far from new

They’re all scratched and scuffed and worn and such
That’s not the reason I don’t wear them much

The size is close and they fit me fine
But I only wear them certain times

Ask me why and I’ll likely say
They’re really not mine anyway

They belong to a Man much better than me
He left them here for me to keep

So while I keep them clean and polished
I talk to him in my solace

I know he’s in a better place
And my feet can never fill the space

So I only wear them now and then
And all the while I think of him

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