These Flexible Boots Of Full Tread

They walk a fine line,
Carried over the twisted crooked cracks
Resolving the split forks in road,
They know not of undoing in due time,
I stop to pull taut the laces
And remove dirt from the treads,
Then it's off to traveler's races
one foot after the other to the earthly unknown embeds.
Although the feet blister
And ache from the long labored days
Night's end with boots shed 
Trotters lifted well rested, heaven repays.
I and my feet save hurting face
These boots keep me safe
Although the abuse has taken toll
With the on coming onslaught of age.
I study the cracking leather
And soles full of holes,
Our time has been good together
But now all I hear is them talking back
They have forgotten their roles,
For a while there it seemed we'd last forever
Through any weather
Whatever, life supposedly throws.
Flexible boots of formerly full tread
It pains to move on from thee,
I bought you to purchase the ground instead
In unraveling time you've began to walk all over me.
So my fortunate feet learn to wear another
I don't send you to waste, your left for a needing traveler,
Be praised new boots of full tread
For I'll march you to doom until your seems have been bled.