The Separation


I know it's time to say goodbye:  It's sad, but you must go.

For all our years together,

A fine bond, you did show.


But, now I'm noting weakness;  I guess I need a change.

I'll find a newer partner;

This commitment, I must rearrange.


Your "sole" is separating:  Now modified, you're "cool,"

But, embarrassing to be with;

You're flopping like a fool.


Support is something you now lack and you do not enthuse.

All my needs must now be met,

With brand new walking shoes.

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