Secondhand Shoe

Second Hand Shoe Bright and new, Stitching over and through, Not sure of your journey but inner confidence beams through. Boxed off and brave, And now it begins, A lifetime of wonder, Or a lifetime of sins. Looking ahead full of bravado and grace, Soon filled with warmth, Off the shelf post haste. Gazed upon by jealous green eyes, Always tempting toward the path of ill lies. A journey of complacency began, Ignorant of future plan, A journey of life and love, Full of passion. . . Red spirited blood. Body shock, Blow after blow, As the warmth evaporates, Leaves a hole. . . Your tempered soul. The miles have met there maker, Love and respect estranged, No more steps to take now, As your self respect is plagued. Dreams dissolve, No hope can ever be raised, Footprints are a memory, The future a cloudy haze. A fresh of breath as feeling familiar comes home, reignited your passion for life. . . King and throne. A tender touch, Welcomed home once more, A new life is given, A new reason to score. Polish meets spit, Circles of life shine, Feel stronger than before, No second hand on face of time. Feel determined, The power shines through, Time to walk again, Proud Second Hand Shoe.