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Boots
mud splattered and worn
weary travelled back and forth
they might have been my boots
abandoned worn and torn
a symbol of my heart
worn thin by care
in a world without sympathy
even towards the lowly
discarded pair of boots
this shell of mine I fear
gone the driving force
to walk out of the door.
*this poem was entered in a competition here. thank you for reading*
Published 23rd Jun 2016
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Anonymous
23rd Jun 2016 2:06pm
it is a wonderful poem, dear Grace
really swims in the resignation so many good souls feel in this life.
best of luck in the comp too :)
really swims in the resignation so many good souls feel in this life.
best of luck in the comp too :)
23rd Jun 2016 2:55pm
Thank you for reading me, dear Miki. After a while, one gets weary..yes...just like an old worn pair of boot. lol!
23rd Jun 2016 4:06pm
I love the analogy. The heart can wear thin
as worn leather in a beaten world; however,
it's also comfortable to those who are kin.
It's a good comp entry, Grace.
as worn leather in a beaten world; however,
it's also comfortable to those who are kin.
It's a good comp entry, Grace.
23rd Jun 2016 6:25pm
Yes indeed, Ahavati ...you are so right. Thank you so much for reading and leaving me kind words.:)
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23rd Jun 2016 10:20pm
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24th Jun 2016 00:26am
22nd Nov 2017 2:22pm
Wow. You shoulda wrote...how you stepped on a man who wasnt acting right. Good poem.
