Night Shoes
the mountains we fear
are getting too hard to climb
our youth has deserted us
we have grown old like wine
wrinkled and gray
from the roads of our years
slowed by winds
from our happiness and tears
we search for the sound
of our younger hearts
days of wonder
our triumphed start
our legs are now weary
from the distance of life
our love held together
through hurdles of strife
we enter the night and wear its shoes
where we shuffle along through hallways of pain
and hold our hands tighter
for the life we share an all it contained
these shoes of our night
are softer than the chairs where we rock
and reflect with each other
as we await the final tic of the clock
5/19/19 contest Night Shoes
Copyright © Frederic Parker | Year Posted 2019
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