Arlene Corwin Poetry

         Dusty Shoes

To some love is pure and sublime,

Unbounded by margins of time.

To others it’s coarse,

And it’s full of remorse;

We’ve seen them all,

Me and my dusty shoes.

At times when it kicks you around

You can’t raise your head above ground.

You’re fighting a battle to win, but you lose.

I’ve gone through it all,

Me and my dusty shoes.

Keep trying to pull yourself up,

Though your bootstraps keep letting you fall.

In a while you’ll be master.

You’ll find out what you’re really after

Isn’t what you wanted at all.

Now that I’ve laid it right on the line,

You can heed this advice or decline.

My battle’s been won

And my life just begun;

Gonna glow till I blow out a fuse;

Gonna go out and sing out the news:

Me, me and my dusty shoes.

©Dusty Shoes 56.11

Lyrics;

Arlene Corwin