The Soul in Their SolesA Poem by Jared Michael SmithA little silly, but based on my true feelings.
I took out my shoes and
Prepared them to tie, When my mother did stop, And begin to decry: "Those shoes, they're so ugly! So tattered and old! Put on something nice, Something more handsome and bold. I looked down at the shoes, And I had to admit, They looked pretty rough With their rips and their grit. But I stood my ground firmly, And when I looked back, There was fire in my eyes And passion on my track. "Well, Mother, I concede They're not the best to look at, But I also must tell you That looks aren't all that. A new pair may look nice, In the sun it may glow, But if I may pose a question, Where is the soul? Not the base of the shoe, no, The person at its core, It's the only real reason That I favor these more. They have age, they have years, They have grit, they have dirt, They have holes unimaginable And they've seen lots of hurt. They're battered and beaten, They're ripped and they're torn, But it's all of these things That show they're well-worn. The new shoes, they're nice, But they just can't compare To the soul of these soles And the warmth of their wear. So no matter how much You complain and deride, I will always choose this pair Until the day that they die.
© 2013 Jared Michael SmithAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorJared Michael SmithAboutI'm a pretty mild-mannered guy who enjoys composing poetry, playing video games, and drawing portraits. I don't think my writing's that good, but some of the people I have had read tell me otherwise... more..Writing
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