These Boots are made for...
Although they still tie, these boots straps are torn,
with seams that are tattered, to show they are worn.
The soles are mended as they thin,
each bear the tale of the places they've been.
The heels do always pick up the slack.
hard and soft rubber, they covered my back.
So why have these boots,
seen so much action,
the longer my life grows roots?
The question unanswered still up for debate,
my boots so true to course, are subject to fate.
Events that make change are at my feet,
as daily I walk at times bearing defeat.
Though through all the pathways, these boots will trod,
my spirit that leads them finds refuge in God.
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