My boots look great on my feet.
They’re made of un-real leather.
Buy myself a little treat.
Put them on in cold weather.
Wear them whenever I want.
They’ll go with everything.
Run around on my little jaunts.
Happiness to me they will bring.
I walk along and hear them click.
Heels about 3 inches high.
On pavement or cobblestone brick.
Looks from all when I walk by.
Open my eyes and back to reality.
As I stand before the store window.
Set in my downtown locality.
These boots I don’t actually own.
I wish I could afford them, though.
Give myself a little reward.
They are the latest of trends.
And, I work so very hard.
But, my paycheck is what will hinder.
My bills taking priority.
Keep my family warm in cold winters.
Nothing left for frivolity.
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Author:
WriteBeLight (
Offline) - Published: October 30th, 2016 07:40
- Category: Reflection
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Comments2
great flow to your poem! I feel ya! Wish I had a rockin' pair of boots too! 🙂
Your poetry is excellent. Thanks for the comment!😌
Great one.. I like the flow
Thanks BSmooth☺️
You're very welcome i just call it how i feel it
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