The Passing of The Boots

You’ve wandered London streets and haunts,
Climbed high among the Quechua mounts,
’Round Machu Picchu’s crisp thin air;
Roamed Roman York’s cobb’d pavement fair,
Strolled Mayan sites, Quetzalcoatl Square,
Chichén-Itzá, Merida and Uxmal too;
But for you those old hiking boots are through.

You’ve done your chores without much angst,
And taken care of the family manse;
Rewired, plumbed and nailed quite true,
Repaired, replaced what’s failed and through;
Crafted cupboards, bedrooms and study desks,
Fences, porches, and garden- phew!
Those work-boots now have seen their due.

Now it’s time for a well earned rest,
In a nearby beach park you like best;
To be chauffeured, around with care,
And ride like a king in a wheeled chair.
How great it is to simply be alive,
Hold a great-grandchild y’almost never knew.
All this ya’can do in a walking shoe.

Thanx for the much needed, well cared for footwear dad !
LR 2008.09.02
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