They looked good, at first, together,
tight laced and polished smart,
but wear and tear destroyed them:
A tale to break your heart!
They cannot speak,
for their tongues are torn,
yet leathery wrinkles convey
that treatment is rough
and times are tough,
being trod on, day after day.
Down at heel,
scuffed at toe
and moving
'mongst the low,
their soles both left their bodies
'cause the stitches all did go.
Soil, not socks, now fills them
and hollow are their eyes
within a peaceful garden
each flower atop them sighs.
Poem About The Life Of Shoes
Requiem For Old Shoes
Published by Family Friend Poems May 2014 with permission of the Author.
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