I may look like an old boot
I have many stories that will never be told 

My Master died
He wasn’t very old 

I’ve danced at weddings 
I’ve been a pallbearer at funerals

I’ve seen joy 
And I’ve seen sorrow 
My Master always put me on tomorrow 

It wasn’t I, to decide the fate
Only to make my Master look great

I would like to have gone with him
But that wasn’t meant to be

I now have a new task in life
To be proudly worn by his son
As long as he needs Me

June 16, 2021
Mark Waldrop