My New Shoes

I shopped and shopped With eager intent Each pair were examined With care heavily spent, And with bag in hand My shoes traveled home, But on the first day My feet they did bemoan A pain not seen At the time of acquisition, My shoes deceived my trust In their key mission. I soon spotted a woman Stride gracefully in heels, And assumed from her smile How good she feels, But in my dismay I found that her shoes Were not without pain, So heels I did not choose. I trekked on a long beach, And flip flops were "the" gear, So I bought three pairs Because comfort seemed clear, But that strap between my toes Did so irritate, That all three pairs In the trash met their fate. I tried cleats and boots and sandals, All shoes with great reputation, But I found no relief From the pain in each destination. I tried walking in many shoes, But I learned with each stride That from their pain I could not hide. We each walk a path That knows many sorrows, And evey bearers' burden Has many tomorrows. So each pair of shoes Are no better than the rest And it's walking hand in hand That makes our feet feel their best.