Miscellaneous:

[alanmdouglas]

LAST OUT

Many's the day I stood my ground,
and worked my passage on this earth,
supported by these fine old boots,
which now I keep upon my hearth.

Retired both, we've earned our rest,
and I too linger by the grate,
mouldy old bones need every scrap
of heat, while crumbling towards their fate.

Those boots forever cursed the mud,
the daily lot of all their kind,
when we stood down, I cleaned each well,
as a reward for endless grind.

So here we sit, I'm fading fast,
and soon enough will come the time
when I have wheezed my final breath;
while boots last out, still in their prime.

Alan McAlpine Douglas

[erikestabrook]

alan I'm lucky to be first on this, the fact that the boots last really was clever, some choice verses in here, like the mourdy bones lines, the tone of this was ironic and a bit grim, but only mildly so because the boots lasting past the man was the emphasis it was well-executed

[alanmdouglas]

Dear Erik,

Yup, you got it - no great upset intended, merely acceptance of life-facts ....

Thanks you.

Love
Alan

[erikestabrook]

well that was not typical poetry in that way

[alanmdouglas]

Dear Erik,

I guess you are right, but typical of me - ignore what you have no hope of changing, so you have all the more strength to really dive in when you can make a difference.

Thank you for all your comments.

Love
Alan

[Altree94]

Well done, Alan! I enjoyed this immensely. All through it though, I was wondering what their "tongues" would say!
Good word choice with "wheezed" - sadly I can relate to that! Thanks for posting!

[alanmdouglas]

Dear Tree,

What a good thought, and thank you.

Love it if YOU wrote a response with that thought in it !

Btw, you can see the pic - google Van Gogh A Pair of Boots.

Love
Alan

[Amzy]

And ode to Van Gogh? Aww, I thought these were YOUR boots you were writing about. Nicely done.

[alanmdouglas]

Dear Amzy,

Mine ? They will be buried long before I am - ha - they are on their last legs now ....

Love
Alan