I had two old friends and I dumped them
And now I feel really quite bad
My two bosom pals, for years and for years
Without them I’m feeling so sad
Supportive wherever I went
So loyal, dependable, kind
Faithful, accepting, trustworthy, brave
Our bond was steadfastly entwined
So now you can see why I’m grieving
True friendships are golden and rare
Why would I ever replace them?
Toss them out as if I didn’t care?
Well my friends they were made for hillwalking
To the mountains together we’d go
Hiking for miles, through valley and vale
In sunshine, rain, hailstorms and snow
They stood firm and strong, they were sturdy
But soft and warm on the inside
Their vanity buried in layers of mud
A safe place for my feet to reside
But one of my friends became holey
And part of them started to tear
The other one fine, but three is a crowd
Together they stayed as a pair
They’d never once faltered before
Their unravelling now left us all frayed
I tried hard to find a solution
But succumbed to the pits of dismay
So I gave them the boot down at Tesco
Chucked them both in a big metal bin
Then I quickly acquired some brand new “friends”
Who ripped a big chunk out my skin
The new ones were mean and combative
They made my red skin really sore
I dreaded the time I spent with them
They hindered my need to explore
So I think of my friends in the shoe bank
Its door clash resounds in my ears
I regret that I never said thank you
For their service throughout all these years
Though their purpose had come to an end
A new role could’ve surely been found
Perhaps as a doorstop, or umbrella stand
Flower planters adorning the ground
I remember my friends and I miss them
But I hope this poem makes some amends
Look after your boots and treat them with care
For they are the most faithful of friends
Laura writes... 