My Daddy's Shoes

Unlike the shoes on most men's feet My daddy's shoes were not so neat Though myself and sisters dear Wore good shoes we need not fear And mother's shoes on tiny feet, Unlike my father's were always neat My daddy's shoes were like a book, Telling the story of the steps he took From hill to hill and row to row, Another chapter each time he'd go Just like his life his shoes did show The way he lived and made things grow Always dirty and torn and tattered A hand me down all worn and battered He lived his life helping strangers and neighbors His shoes a witness to his labors And by his shoes his works be told A long white robe and shoes of gold In Memory Of Lucian Franklin Adams A Man Of Greatness And Honor, May We All Be Richer In Heart And Spirit, Because He Walked Thru Our Lives, Written the night my father died Daddy I misss you!!