I found a pair of boots upon the street

So I took them home to wear on my feet

I washed them I cleaned them and I aired them out

So I could put them all later when I would walk about.

I put my new boots on, and I walked down the road

They seemed so very sturdy to carry my heavy load

Then they took me places where I have never been

I could tell that these boots were very well broken in.

They felt so very soft and comfortable upon my feet

How excited I was for my new boots others would see

And when I did my walk-by, many persons just stared

As they looked at my new boots, but I really never cared.

Maybe they too just wanted boots just like mine

But this one thing I knew, they were hard for me to find.

I had so much fun with my brand new pair of boots

We walked everywhere, they placed me in a happy mood

And the longer that I walked, still no pain did I feel

I was so excited and content my life became so surreal.

So it started to get late so I decided to walk home

So that’s where we headed, just me and my boots alone

And then when I took them off I placed them beside my bed

So I could be ready for my next journey, or adventure ahead.

I wore those boots of mine for many, many years

They always felt so comfortable never brought me any tears

I would wash them and clean them and polish them too

Now they were always mine and they always looked brand new.

Then one day I wore another pair of shoes when I went out

I left my old boots home alone so they could air out

So myself and my new shoes were gone most of the day

As I had errands to run, and also many bills to pay.

But sadly when I got home I was taken by surprise

My boots were stolen and that brought tears to my eyes

I thought to myself who would steal those old boots of mine

Boots that have been worn and used, who would commit that crime.

So I went out and bought so many different pairs of shoes

And none are that old as they are all seemingly brand new

I still go for my walks and I still go to town and all about

My feet are so much happier now with joy I want to shout.

But every now and then I think about those boots I once wore

The ones I found on the street, and I never bought in the store

I wonder now if they are ragged and torn and beyond repair

But that’s someone else’s problem now, so why would I care.

RANDY  L. MCCLAVE