Boots of Sorrow


I spread the paper to protect the floorImage


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.


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