My Boots

WriteBeLight

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.

  • Author: WriteBeLight (Offline Offline)
  • Published: October 30th, 2016 07:40
  • Category: Reflection
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  • Christina8

    great flow to your poem! I feel ya! Wish I had a rockin' pair of boots too! 🙂

    • WriteBeLight

      Your poetry is excellent. Thanks for the comment!😌

    • BSmooth

      Great one.. I like the flow

      • WriteBeLight

        Thanks BSmooth☺️

        • BSmooth

          You're very welcome i just call it how i feel it



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