Tired Old Souls....
My tired adidas trainers
From my youth
Should still have pride of place
I look at their thread bitten laces
And in that one single moment
I can always retrace
Where they have been
The footsteps they have trodden
The roads they have taken
Those tattered trainers
Are shining examples of my history
How I wish they could be re waken
I wonder what stories they would tell
Newly awake
And yet still set in the past
They would tell to me
Secrets and learning curves
That now I know would last
Roads I have taken
The darker ones
Would they still put their foot in that hole?
Looking at me now
Would that lesson have been deserved
Did it save or curse my soul
Either way those trainers
Provide all that young feet
Attempted to jump and run through
My tiny size soldiers
Unaware of what lay ahead
Walked their way to you....
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