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Farewell, Old Shoes

From The San Francisco Call, April 20, 1913.
 By Lester J. Skidmore.
 

 Farewell, old shoes!
     Though greatly I’ve abused you,
 I really get the blues
     To think I have to lose you.
         You’ve been a friend
             And joy to me;
         And now we must
             Part company.
         Yes, from the day
             I purchased you,
         You’ve never pinched like
             Some shoes do.
         Just like a glove
             You’ve fit my feet,
         And you were ever—
             Ever neat.
         You were quite dressy
             In your day,
         And on the street cut
             Quite a sway.
         And when your shape
             And beauty, too,
         Which I once prized,
             Deserted you,
         I clung to you most
             Faithfully,
         For you had been
             So kind to me.
         So many miles
             You’ve led the way
         And held your own, too,
             Day by day.
         A man’s best friend,
             None can deny.
         It breaks my heart
             To say goodbye.
 Farewell, old shoes!
     Though greatly I’ve abused you,
 I really get the blues
     To think I have to lose you.