There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
Well actually, she lived in two
A pair left to her by her mother by her mother
And so on, and so on, she lived like any other
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She had so many children she didn’t know what to do
She fed them, tucked them into bed
All the while, in her head
Would she ever live up to the parents she knew?
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She walked her daughter once to school
Was it the same as when she’d gone?
Her daughter spoke of old traditions
Founders forgotten, their legacy lived on
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The woman wondered what she’d built
And what was from her mentors past
And what was gained from all the guilt
She knows she’s not the least or last
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For all that she will leave behind
Her work, her kids, a poem or two,
That’s all she wants for peace of mind:
To leave a space for someone new
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There was an old woman who lived in a shoe
Who lived like every person will
We learn, teach, give; we all continue
Living in the shoes we fill.
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