A Traveler’s Boots Cody Marks
Walking about on pavement Carrying a down-trodden man Who wonders of his choices And caresses his cracked hands The boots carry him day and night And comfort his hurting soles As he seeks to wander To soothe his soul’s writhing agony Only these worn boots ever felt His falling tears and dreary sighs His intimate joy and laughter walking Into a red sunset on a country road They know of his deepest regrets His greatest hopes and fading dreams They radiate a varied life at twilight In absorbing his textured character The world may have seen His true potential or not have In all other ways said or not said He was never carried alone
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