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