Bootstraps

“Pick yourself up by your bootstraps”

Said the man in the golden seat.

The child looked down looking for straps

but only saw bare feet.

“Pick yourself up by your bootstraps”

Said the woman covered in pearls.

The man looked down, saluted the space

where his legs once felt the hurt.

“Pick yourself up by your bootstraps”

Said the pompous working grad.

The elderly lady looked down in shame

her memory had long gone bad.

“Pick yourself up by your boot straps”

I often hear THEM say

until THEIR straps are no longer there

and THEY begin to pray.

“Pick yourself up by your bootstraps.”

“But I was not born with any.”

“Well here, my friend, take my straps

and pass it along to many.”