Pink Slippers
I knew a little boy
A very long, long time ago.
He wanted slippers that were pink
And sadly, I said no.
So many years have passed
And now a briefcase he did need.
I’d buy whatever he picked out –
On this, we both agreed.
He choice was rugged leather
In a rich deep shade of brown.
He’d looked at more expensive ones,
But kept the outlay down.
It made me think back to that time
When I said no to pink.
I wish I hadn’t, but it made no difference,
I don’t think.
I guess as we grow up,
We’re shaped by many different voices;
And there are times when those we love
May veto our first choices.
Yet we become who we must be
Despite well-meaning blunders;
And when a bond survives and thrives,
It’s one of life’s great wonders.
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