Red Shoes
I bought a bag on holiday
Deep red
Gorgeous
Stylish and petite
Neat
I couldn't wait to use
Then I realised
I had no matching shoes
Whats a girl to do
Without the matching shoe
Throw conformity to the wind
Or begin a search that might never end
The hunt began
But the shoes had to match
Right colour right style
I am prepared to wait a while
Time passed by
I was beginning to despair
Would I ever get my matching pair
Then one day out of the blue
I see the matching shoe
On a shelf all alone
Beckoning me to try it on
Tentatively I put it on
Then I request the second one
Will this be a success
Have I found the matching shoes
Or am I going to get the blues
No blues for me
Yes they are the one
Now I am ready to stun
My epic journey is over
Treasure found
Happiness all around
My red shoes
Copyright © Frances Byrne | Year Posted 2019
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