My Worn Out Shoes
yesterday that mellow haunting whisper that ....
never stops calling
your youth way back when time seemed like it was ....
just crawling
today when time seems to go by way ....
much way to fast
when you squeeze as much as you can from every second
as you try make it last
tomorrow a dream, a wish, a hope, a day promised to no one
a day that never gets here
and still you fear if tomorrow ever comes
when it arrives you won't be there
time ... a journey we would travel back through
back to when it was sweet
but with our worn out shoes
one we can .... not none of us complete
for that trip ... we would need a new set,
if we were to get from here to there
and I'm sorry to say my friend ....
in this life we are all given but a single pair
but though mine are now worn and tattered,
and full of so many holes
the ones made on the road to your friendship
are blessings on my soul
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