Two Worn Out Shoes

Well, from the number of comments we’ve received, I assume that no one is reading. If I’m wrong, please send a comment. Hello, out there? Anyway, I’ve been thinking about how nice it is to have a buddy. Bob is my buddy. I found this poem I penned about 10 years ago. Read it and tell me about your buddy.

You and me, two worn out shoes
Treks and trips, we’ve had a few,
And when times come I need to choose,
Above all else, I choose you.

High fashion never was our lot.
We scrimped and saved and never bought
The things most other people sought.
Yet we were rich, or so we thought.

We worked and sweat to build a home.
Your Uncle Bob–Farm Home Loan.
Year after year, stone upon stone,
A place where all would love to come.

Memories along the way
Explored new roads day after day.
Some places near, some far away.
We made good times at each new stay.

Our lives, they changed once Aaron came.
New days ahead, and yet the same.
Then Val and Eve joined in the game.
Each brought us joy and also pain.

From coast to coast, across the land
You’ve basked with me in forests grand.
And walked along the shores of sand.
In heaven too, you’ll have my hand!