A Pair of Boots

There was a day, a specific day, When a pair of boots stopped walkin. Leaving no average prints on the way, That an average man could walk in. Each step he trod was a step of faith, All knew who walked beside him, None were better or less than another For friendship was this man’s fulcrum. These boots had walked not an easy path The hide battered from heel to toe, By the rocks and briars of his past, His battle, not letting it show. Always found at other’s need With a solution or a suggestion, Sacrifice was his way of life About that, there is no question. To many, these boots all weathered and worn Have no value at all to be told, But the wise all know the boots strength is it’s soul And Terry’s boots should be gold. And Terry’s boots should be gold. There was a day, a specific day When a pair of boots stopped walkin, They continue to lead me down a path of life I daily strive to walk in. Thanks Dad