The Shoes

 I saw this picture online and I wanted to write a poem about it. I have a similar pair of shoes that I've had for years. I don't own many pairs of shoes so the ones I do, I wear very often. Memories can be tied to many things. Mine are tied to my shoes. Getting rid of a favorite pair of shoes is like a memorial of sorts. That thought was the inspiration for this poem.

Photo from:  http://shineylite.deviantart.com/art/Day-3-216007254
*photo taken by Mary Kate Mann

The Shoes
There they sit, the well worn footwear.
Old, tattered, beloved.
The dirt, the tears, the holes, the wear,
Evidence of memories and adventure.
Faded and frayed the trustworthy friend,
To rest is laid.
There for the forgotten game,
The third date, the plane ride,
The few times that tears were cried.
And a thousand other days,
Experienced and remembered,
Each with jokes, and fails and laughs and trails.
Kind protection from the wet walks,
Dirt, glass and nails.
Always near, always close.
Good-bye, dear old friend.

Sketch by Rose&Thorn Poetry

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