Mocassin Fit.
Be by my side for seasons roll
astride the years of timeworn hold
you are the handmade measure of my way
moth eared wise but sometimes frayed.
Threadbare in the dogged scuff of life,
your comforts molded from familiarity
are the very things that calm and settle me
through step of many weathered days.
Our strong stitched path across these years
has formed the jagged shape and fold
of how we cleave this journey made.
For we are old companions in the ride.
From the footprints of where we’ve been
through the stumble of the here and now,
to the strides of what we may become,
my feet are chained without you.