Ronda Larkin is a common mom with uncommon poetic perspectives.
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.