“My Daddy’s Shoes”
Unlike the shoes on most men`s feet
My daddy`s shoes were not so neat
Though myself and sisters dear
Wore good shoes we need not fear
And mother`s shoes on tiny feet,
Unlike my father`s were always neat
My daddy`s shoes were like a book,
Telling the story of the steps he took
From hill to hill and row to row,
Another chapter each time he`d go
Just like his life his shoes did show
The way he lived and made things grow
Always dirty and torn and tattered
A hand me down all worn and battered
He lived his life helping strangers and neighbors
His shoes a witness to his labors
And by his shoes his works be told
A long white robe and shoes of gold
In Memory Of
Lucian Franklin Adams
A Man Of Greatness And Honor,
May We All Be Richer In Heart And Spirit,
Because He Walked Thru Our Lives,
Written By (Tunie) my families nick name for me since birth,
October 12, 2006