My Life's Greatest Feets

When I was in kindergarten,

My mother managed to save face,

The day I put on my own shoes

And could tie a bow in my lace.

I ran shoeless in Hawaii,

In the summer of ’62.

Neither foot that summer,

Slipped on any kind of shoe.

My senior year had two choices,

The slip-ons worn by boaters,

And the ultimate of style,

Only allowed Bate’s Floaters.

My decades on the farm

Required faux Texas roots…

I squeezed my feet for ten years,

Into Durango square toed boots.

Go figure, now I’m elderly,

With nothing left to lose…

Lame, I appear athletic

Wearing Adidas jogging shoes.