Walking Shoes...a poem from 2010

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Walking Shoes



Roses are red, violets are blue...
You say you love me, true.




If only I could believe you.
But my friend, how can I when we both know it's not true.



You think no one sees your wandering eye.
Somehow you believe your own alibi.



The rainfalls, the hearts broken, yet there are no tears to dry.
My friend, I loved you, never asking why.



My friend this is the end.
The time we had it was splendid and grand, but the heart will mend.


 
Finding a new love it's not so hard, once the mirror shows the one who did offend.
Flavors of love, fullness of love, it cannot compare to a diets end.



You thought I was talking of a personal love. Some great travesty-- 
Ha, ha, not hardly, my dears, it is obesity.


 
The love of food, indulgence too, it was sometimes me.
But my dear, the end it is near, so won't you oblige me this once, as I say, I'll forgo this night, my love for you has dimmed and waned, I've a new friend. Watch and see.



My new friend is an old friend, once put on with gumption and pride.
But time and circumstances my friend was case aside.


 
Yet, my friend waited and remembered me, knowing I'd return, once again for yet another ride.
Tomorrow my friend will take my hand, and walk by my side.



Now don't you worry, I'll not be late-
My friend stands right beside my nearest gait.


 
We'll a new pair of shoes acquire, as we've set the date.
Ten laps this week, then a few more as we recall all we've ate.



My friend so trusty and true stands with me all the while.
Together we'll cover each and every mile.


 
We'll remember the past, we'll return a smile.
My friend will with me walk again, my feet, it is that will linger yet a little while.



We'll walk along together, I'll think of you and your promises. So often broke.
I'll remember the things you said, with each step; I'll skip that soda bottle filled with coke.




With each step, I'll think of all the things you stole from me with your heavy yoke.
Before you say a word, my steps will drown out your flavorful words, before they are even spoke...