pack up your troubles
¶ 1
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at one time, my old boots – were older than me!
hand me downs, that never really fitted
laces that I could barely tie, on those cold, cold days
when you could take both meanings, of the term ‘committed’
¶ 2
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nowadays, my boots lie dormant
unused for far too many years
trainers do the job, on 5-a-side pitches
but even their idleness, brings on impending retirement fears
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