Empty Boots



Empty boots standing tall…all in a military row

Their absent of anatomical heels and toes

Some have remnants of polish from those toes

Who she was only heaven knows

Others have odor of feet unwashed



Men & women who stood hour after hour

High in that tower

All have marched to a military band

With rifle in hand



The boots are dirty and lost their form

Wear and tear is what they bear

Rubber heels and soles worn and tired



Those boots once marched with precision to the

cadence of one two three four

now stand motionless in their place

each pair evenly spaced



Soldiers feet they no longer house

Let’s bow our heads with shedded tears

Their memories will last for eternal years



Authored by : Paul D. Gonzales