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To Josh

I often do my best to be my best—
to mind my "i"s, and dot my "p"s and "q"s;
but this day was conquested by my quest,
when, somehow, I forgot to wear my shoes.
It was too late to turn back and correct
this madness, I had driven many miles;
and there the workplace stood, and, derelict,
I stood, too, whimsied by my own brain's wiles.
But one who knew my foibles came to me,
shod not just in his own shoes, but two more;
and gave me, in my great absurdity,
from off his prudent feet the spare he bore.
The wise will save the silly and bear long,
while we will laud their kindnesses with song.