The costly forestry boots our kid insisted

Warmed your twisted feet in the afterlife

Didn’t worry me in the slightest;

For you it was never about the price.

It wasn’t your trainers which strained my heart,

Or the leather uppers kicking me in the guts,

not the steel toe caps breaking through healed scars.

Or even rubber wellies wading through the tears.

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