A Pair of Old Boots

Brown leather and worn edges, with a proud Aggie stamp,

A pair of boots rested against an old wooden ramp.

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These boots bore their time like a fine Irish wine,

Dusted and aged, but always ready to shine.

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The lines, the creases, such a story they did tell,

Of dancing and living, like a Christmas noel.

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Now rest these old boots did, off set to the side,

Standing at attention, two brown leather brides.

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For what is life, but a pair of old boots?

Worn but living, never changing her roots.

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Written by: AuthorWiz

Written on: March 26th, 2018

Inspired by: Love (Poem I wrote when I was in love.)