Like An Old Pair of Shoes

When ya feel old, it feels like this..........

Like An Old Pair of Shoes

 

Feeling left out

And rejected

Worn out like

An old pair of shoes

Though clearly absurd

Please take my word

That trying to see

The world through

The eyes of an angel

Is like watching the

World through a bruise

So consider for a

Moment please

If heads you win

And tails I lose

That’s like insisting

I walk straight

In another mans shoes   

I am feeling forlorn

And dejected

It’s raining and

No one is texting

Take this gift of my words

And lock them away

In that steamer trunk

By the side of your bed

Together with all

The crazy stuff

You religiously saved 

For another rainy day

 

Author's Note

I got a lot of stuff scattered all over the place, bet you have too.....

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

I wonder if anyone will still read our words when we are gone? will they be here or just out there wandering aimlessly...maybe by then people will not use words at all...maybe we will be lost forever....

[Neville]

Who knows, I wonder too.. I also wander aimlessly sometimes as well...Thanks Queenie for finding and considering these words..... Neville

[alanwgraham]

Yes - I get the feeling old bit. And there are no end of old shoes lying about. I really enjoyed this poem - very clever and witty. I thought the eyes of an angel world through a bruise bit was great. I've just celebrated my 67th with all the family a run up our local hill and a swim in the sea. The body is doing ok and my brain in ticking but it's just when I look in the mirror!
Regards.
Alan

[Neville]

Many thanks for popping in and as always leaving an encouraging sentiment behind for me.... I know what you mean about the body and the mind....tis them darn mirrors ya know.. they just dont make em like they used to..... All Good Things to you and yours my fine literary Friend.... Neville

[barleygirl]

I get the feeling you & I come at the topic of old shoes from very different directions. I consider old shoes to be revered, not a useless piece of junk being ignored. I wasn’t even thinking “junk” when I read your poem. I became stuck on your well-crafted lines about feeling dejected becuz it’s raining and nobody is texting. Most people carry a device & possibly they’re craving timely responses, since constant access lets them know they’re being left out of things. But since I turn on my computer for only a few hours a day, the rest of the day I have no idea if I’m an old pair of shoes or the hottest thing since sliced bread!?!?! *smile* Anyhow, I admire the way you took these old shoes in a completely different direction than what I was thinking when I clicked on your title. You always do that! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Neville]

I agree entirely about old shoes and boots, some of my fave ones are as old as the hills they have helped me to climb.... the rest of course is just words..... Hug ya back.... Neville

[Nankya Yudaya]

Old stuff that I've failed to get rid of? yeah... tonnes of pairs of shoes, bags of cloths, high school and college material filling up space

[sette]

and with the lot of things scattered, there are memories or sentiments attached to them that makes it too difficult to throw away

[Neville]

I am most grateful for the visit... welcome back anytime and always....... Neville

[Mrudula Rani]

Trying to see the world through the eyes of an angle... Mother Teresa's attitude is exhausting... especially when the other person insists on keeping tabs. Now and then we all feel forlorn and dejected but only you can write a brilliant poem about it, My dear friend.

[Neville]

You are, as always far too generous my very dear friend but always appreciated....... Neville

[Mrudula Rani]

It's entirely my pleasure,my friend.

[Neville]

....................x

[Lyn Anderson]

But old shoes are comfy, and hard to give up! This one seems a little more melancholy than your cheeky. One question, did you mean loose? Or lose?

[Neville]

quite true in every respect..... and I meant lose, ta for drawing my attention to the error of my words.... Neville

[Lyn Anderson]

No problem. At least I know you won't hate me for asking

[Neville]

I couldn't do that Lyn... thanks again.... Neville

[Lyn Anderson]

Funny. Men have always understood my straight forward manner better.

[Neville]

are you suggesting anything in particular....

[Lyn Anderson]

Nope. Just an observation. A kernel of thought. I remember now how I used to start chatting with Frieda and I'd be off writing a poem ... she's a gal who related well to me, and had that same love hate thing going with men ... I miss her tho I barely knew her

[Neville]

I miss her too

[Lyn Anderson]

There's a lot of that in here

[Neville]

what missing...

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes missing

[Neville]

wot as opposed to mring or msing, I presume..

[Lyn Anderson]

You're adorable.:)

[Neville]

we regress.... x

[Chris Shaw]

I've certainly got a lot of poetry stuffed all over the place, in drawers, bookcases,on shelves, by my bed, under the bed. Nothing which is gonna cause a problem! So someone is feeling old, worn out and rejected? This sounds like a conversation with an angel. I sense surprise and perhaps disappointment and it's raining as well. That always makes matters worse.Then you lose me at the end. But then I detect a reaching out with a gift of words, and I am thinking "compromise". Good evening Neville, who writes in riddles lol

Chris

[Neville]

Still sunning it in the garden here...good evening Chris.... close, very close... maybe anyway.... thanks, definitely ....... N

[Chris Shaw]

Also in the garden. It's luverly this evening after a too hot day. So I am close, very close, maybe?

[Neville]

close, but not too close.....

[Chris Shaw]

you and your riddles ....

[Neville]

one day soon, maybe, just maybe, I'm gonna have a riddle free day, then wot'cha gonna do......

[Chris Shaw]

I'm gonna write you a poem with riddles in it

[Neville]

I am undeserving of such a proposed cryptic honour....

[Chris Shaw]

: )) ...........