No shoes (for Karen)

I saw two kids sat on the curb
and it made me think of you and I
and it made me think of times gone by
and somehow it made me want to cry.

I saw two kids with knees all scraped
and it made me think of sticking plasters
and how we'd fast become ‘blood brothers'
and how we'd sworn to love each other.

I saw two kids that had no shoes
and it made me think of winter blues
and how your feet had been so sore
and it made miss you more and more.

I saw two kids sat on the curb
and it made me think of good ol' days
when troubles were all far away
and I forgot myself that day.

And I sat upon the curb again
and recalled when we were best of friends
Those days of youth so blithe and free
when I was six and you were three.

poem by Ruth Walters
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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