I wore the shoes of the old man,
Oh how my thoughts and feet ran,
All through the hallways, bottom to top,
Filling them with sound of clip and clop.

I wore the shoes of the old man,
But to fellow her was the best plan,
Walking for miles, the long way round,
A prettier stroll with the loves I've found.

I wore the shoes of the old man,
They go swiftly down the main street to catch a tram,
With her hand in mine, I took her aboard,
As the rain outside and our indoor hearts, poured.

-Jamie F. Nugent