'My Walk To The Stage' Poem by Linda Winchell

I limped to the stage as the Military band played on
stabbing pain in my foot is much more than I can bare.
I want to take my shoe off but I am half way there.
Would anyone even notice?
Would anyone even care?

What could it be that is tormenting me?
I don't remember these shoes before doing this.
The stage seems almost a mile away
And why now this on my momentous day?

Alright I've had it I can't stand this anymore
I'm removing my shoe, why I sit on the floor.
What is it I see, placed here in a small folded cush?
It's a letter from our last President, 'George W. Bush! '

It reads, 'I wanted to send you this letter
But we had already said our, fairwells and goodbyes.
So I saw your shoes at the door, and
Dropped this note in one, as I passed them on by.'

I hope you find this before you take your walk to the stage
And can read my final fairwell note I wrote to you
All of its ten page.

Bye, Bye! President G.W.Bush Jr.