Tuesday, April 14, 2015

New Boots



NEW BOOTS

The old cowboy wandered in the store,
Walked past the hats and suits,
Straight to the shoe department,
And was looking at the boots.

They don’t make them like they used to,
They were better in my day,
With hand stitched fancy leather tops,
I heard the old man say,

When my old boots got worn out,
I’d make a trip to town,
It never made no difference,
If I bought black or russet brown.

I’d buy boots, then go out on the town,
Hoping to meet a college girl,
And when I found the one I liked,
I’d give that gal a whirl.

I could do the Texas two step,
My fancy steps were light,
When I took that lady home,
I would always spend the night.

The quality of these new cowboy boots,
Has me close to tears,
I haven’t bought boots that worked,
In over forty years.
 Del Gustafson

Del Gustafson is a cowboy poet from Nooksack, Washington. This poem is also on http://fiftyshadesofgraying.blogspot.com/ --part of the collection for the new Fifty Shades of Graying eBook. Tune in and send your pieces and poems about the joys and woes of Love, Romance, and Sex After Fifty! 
Go to Amazon.com and enter in: Fifty Shades of Graying: Love, Romance, and Sex After Fifty by Ariele M. Huff to see the first anthology of essays and poems.