I woke up this morning with a song stuck in my head.
I thought about the tune and what the lyrics said.
“Who’s gonna fill their shoes?” Is a favorite song of mine.
I love to hear George sing it with his old familiar twang.
“Who’s gonna fill my shoes?” I had to ask myself.
I know the day will come when they put me on a shelf.
I’ll sit there with my books. I won’t be blogging anymore.
I won’t be writing poems or having tea parties galore.
Who will take my place? No one sings like I do.
What about my stories? I have more than just a few.
Is there a younger girl out there who can fill my shoes,
While I watch from my shelf and only sing the blues?
I kept hearing the song. It was now burned in my brain.
Then a thought came to me. I’ll need lots of time to train.
I’ll teach her about Arf, Pearl the human and Pearl the dog.
What about Lav and Yram and other characters in the blog?
It will take me several years to get her up to speed.
Then I’ll retire to the shelf and have some time to read.
I hope I won’t be sitting there all by lonesome self.
I sure don’t want to sit beside that silly Christmas Elf.
I guess I’ll write a story before my blogging time expires
About someone who sits on the shelf after she retires.