My Blue Shoes

My Blue Shoes I walk my earthy path in shoes that are dyed blue I've walked this path for four billion years In shoes of the very same hue I've walked this road through laughter and tears In the same comfortable blue shoe By now my shoes are tattered and worn With holes and rips in places I just sew up where they are torn And tighten up the laces Then they are just reborn They stink for a long way off But I keep walkin' on People look at them and scoff I just look at them and yawn And open my mouth and cough My shoes and I will not be parted And at the end of my path We'll be the same as when we started And both of us will need a bath But neither is faint hearted Where I am going my shoes may not come I'm now at the end of my path I'll miss you shoes, my old chum I think now's the time for that bath So no one will think you're a bum I take them off my stinky feet And hand them to a stranger He takes them and thinks they are neat He thinks I'm a great arranger And starts strutting down the street My shoes and he make quite a pair My shoes will not be lonely You see my shoes are really quite rare And this isn't just baloney Of my shoes he will get a lot of wear Goodbye shoes. I wish you well You are now happy to be on his feet All my worries I now dispel Say hello to all you meet And your great life to others tell Copyright © 2006 Lunaria (Lila May Guptill)