An Old Pair of Shoes
Did you ever come to the parting point
With an old pair of shoes, that are outworn--
Beyond fixing? How you hate to part
With them, they fit so well,
As though they were made on your feet.
You can wiggle your toes in them,
For there is plenty of room.
Your feet have molded them with wear
To the right shape.
That little bump bulging on the side
Its the place that nestled your pet corn.
The thought of new shoes gives you the shivers
That corn--Oh! What new shoes will do to it!
And what that corn will do to me!!
"Ah Heck! These old shoes are good enough
for another week."
by Henry Boulanger
in Cliff Dwellers and
other Poems
Did you ever come to the parting point
With an old pair of shoes, that are outworn--
Beyond fixing? How you hate to part
With them, they fit so well,
As though they were made on your feet.
You can wiggle your toes in them,
For there is plenty of room.
Your feet have molded them with wear
To the right shape.
That little bump bulging on the side
Its the place that nestled your pet corn.
The thought of new shoes gives you the shivers
That corn--Oh! What new shoes will do to it!
And what that corn will do to me!!
"Ah Heck! These old shoes are good enough
for another week."
by Henry Boulanger
in Cliff Dwellers and
other Poems
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