My Shoes
The shoes on my feet are old, worn and tattered
I’ve walked hundreds of miles in them
They have been through a lot and are beaten and battered
But they are my shoes.
Sometimes they hurt my feet
And when I step in puddles,
its not a very nice treat..
But they are my shoes
The soles have started to come loose at the seams
and when I walk I can feel it flap as it hits the ground
Maybe a new pair of shoes is what that might deem.
But they are my shoes.
They haven’t been clean since I don’t know when
I could wash them I am sure,
but some how it would take something away from them.
But they are my shoes
When I put them on and walk out the door
they never question where I might go
they just silently accept it and so much more.
They are my shoes.
They have kept my travels a secret
took many, many beatings
and haven’t betrayed me yet
They are my shoes
I see people look at my feet all the time
I am sure they wonder why I haven’t tossed them yet
But to me they are comfortable and fine.
They are my shoes
Don’t judge me because of my worn and tattered shoes
you haven’t walked where I have walked
or been where they have taken me, trust me I’ve paid my dues
These are my shoes.
And I will throw them out
when and how I choose
Copyright © Rebecca Travis | Year Posted 2008
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