“Time itself is being, and all being is time.”
I walked so much I wore down my feet– –
Do you know how weird that feels?
I went to the cobbler. “Aha,” says he,
“You need new soles and heels.”
So he took some tacks
And some thick new skin,
And quick as quick could be,
He stitched and he clipped
And he glued and he snipped,
And he shined ‘em up for me,
But when he said, “Ten dollars, please,”
It almost knocked me flat
“Ten dollars? Just for heels and soles?
I could have bought new feet for that.”