Dad’s boots

Mud slapped on the side of those all worn out leather pair,

left a track from the front door to his favorite reclining chair.

His words stood, being a man didn’t mean just coming of age,

or overcoming the obstacles of my cracking voice stage.

He taught me how to treat a lady with respect and decency,

and to always dream big and soon it would be my reality.

Those old pair of boots were dirty and starting to fall apart,

but my dad gave them to me and told me this would be my head start.

Yes these boots weren’t given in the best condition, 

but it showed me the journey a man had walked, 

from him to me he gave me my mission.