And got my boot to give a shine.
Good black stuff to make them more
Acceptable, pretty, fix them up fine.
The scrapes and scuffs would disappear
As application was being made
Of goop like magic, wipe and smear
That caused my mind to be dismayed.
How can the years be wiped away
With something so simple and cheap
I paused and thought and said, “Hey,
I must stop thinking so deep.
The mirror confirmed my fears
The sorrow was certainly there to stay.
For nothing could remove from me the years
And wipe the scuffs and scrapes away.
Oh I wish I was a boot
Where polish could fix my woes.
But now, no one can dispute
That scuffs and scrapes is how life goes.