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John's Cuban Heel Boot

 
I cannot be completely true  
Of being twins, not Si'amese  
We're not connected at the toe  
My sibling mate, his brother I.  

And being sold by auctioneer  
I can't recall if we're mismatched  
Perhaps the other leather boot  
Was owned & worn by Harrison.  
 
And if that's so as orphaned pair  
We walked through life while two men lived  
And entertained the world around  
Till fashion changed to other shoes.  
 
And while those years were very good  
With music, lights, on stage to dance  
I got to watch and be part of  
The rocking Brit invasion scene.  
 
I fit my master to a T  
And it was me in "...Hard Day's Night"  
As I kept taping time in song  
Just like when John sang for the Queen.  
 
The other boots & I were friends  
And highly polished ev'ry day  
We too were like celebrities  
With copies made for merchandise.  
 
I'll always miss the raucous times  
When all four boys would work & play  
It was a roller-coaster ride  
In early days of Beatles fame.  
 
But now for years I'm stored away  
In proper box of acid-free  
Where nothing ever happens here  
I miss my youth with John and his.  

 
Written by Jade-Pandora (jade tiger)
Published | Edited 26th Jul 2018
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