Best Footsore Poems

Footsore and Weary 
We travel these endless roads
On a journey 
To our final destination, 
Where they lead, God only knows. 


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Golda and Goofus.

or how a young Baer lost his luncheon and found that man need not live by bread alone.
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My comfortable shoes are full of squeaks.
An unrelenting sound I can't possibly ignore,
Like an old wooden rocking chair that creaks
Or noisy wet sneakers on a...

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LEST WE FORGET!


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Hunted
by Don Johnson
Brisbane-Australia
 On a bitter cold and moonless night, 
 there came a gentle knock at the door. 
Only half heard Joe did stir...

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Just in case you wondered...

Yours truly, (i.e. I) quickly
became hypnagogic afore
subsequently segueing soundly
into autohypnosis booklore,
while binge reading courtesy

regarding aptitude chore
treasure trove books galore
five dollars as...

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Shadows lengthen, the landscape dims,
and all that was my rising sun
is drifting out beyond the rim
of life's elusive horizon.
So many times my footsore soul
has traveled...

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Don't think I'm anybody special, now:
I'm just an old friend standing at your door.
They said your house was here, and being poor
Of treasure, tired and...

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Weighty words wasted on the east wind 
blowing down Dame Street 
they don’t heed or even hear them 
the footsore army of suits and students
the...

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GLIMPSE 

My heart a pouch of rich wine overlays yours
A drop of blood spilled over an arum lily
It waits with longing intense, retains no tears
As...

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My Principal is forever ready to explore
New things from students who implore
And set a new goal for them to outscore
In their own life. He is...

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The ruins loom and leer
At travelers through here;
And still we push ahead
When all our hopes are dead.

Does anybody know
Whatever makes us go
Through all the doom...

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2200 E High Street
Pottstown, PA 19464

Upon making a purchase,
yours truly murmurs bonjour
to the man/woman clerk
manning cash register,
(perhaps another day)

maybe soon as tomorrow
January twenty four -
two...

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The gated wall they stood before 
No timber seemed  awake to them; 
no splinter stirred amidst the wood, 
the nails now rusty in their...

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