Walking Shoes
You better put on your walking shoes
I've had about enough of you,
those words you say when your anger rages
pushes me to reach my final stages
and all the years of your abuse
beg me to set you free and loose;
so grab your coat, your shoes, your pants
your time has exceeded this circumstance
when I took it in and excused your faults
but this is it, the final somersault,
put on your walking shoes
your turn to carry the blues.
Copyright © Dm Babbit | Year Posted 2019
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