My Shoes
I've walked with them for hundreds of miles,
across the towns and countryside. They've
carried dust, sand, mud and nails.
People have seen me walking with them;
seeing my shoes and I age with time. Now
they look torn and saggy.
Methinks that if my shoes could talk,
they would write a true story about me:
the heartbreak I experienced in mid fall,
during a nature trail;
the first time I got a driving license;
many times my book manuscript was rejected
by publishers;
the first time I got a kiss right;
number of times I visited a counselor....
Now the shoes stick in a shoe rack,
reminding me of my youth.
Copyright © Teddy Kimathi | Year Posted 2016
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