Goodbye, high heels: Something replaceable
Goodbye, high heels. You made me look
Professional with suit and book
Or sexy in a tango dress
Alas, my toe joints are a mess.
It seems so shallow to mourn shoes,
But really, this gives me the blues
Because it means that I resign
To this unfortunate decline
That’s permanent and has no cure.
The shoes must go; I won’t endure
With every step a stabbing pain –
I am too old to be that vain.
Orthotics fit my hiking boots;
They don’t go with my dressy suits,
But I’m just glad I can still hike
And climb and do the things I like.
So even if I’m feeling torn,
The high heeled shoes, just barely worn,
Will go to Goodwill - every pair! -
And I'll find something else to wear.
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