Road to Sixty-six

And you walk in
these boots
till they fall
your feet
in used leather stripes
and the stony
pierce the bottom
of your
You walked
these boots
for a thousand miles
and another pair
of a thousand miles
in your head.
You are not strong.
You tend
to look back every odd time.
I hope
you are enwrapped
in something
and you need
a while
to snap out of it.
you beg
the beggars for a drink
like I do.
on ether
in the sky
and alone
in the streets
at night.

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