My Old Friends

They stay there, dusty, worn out
old and torn to pieces,
my shoes that I saw first so long ago.

They bring up memories 
From long past times,
happy moments, sad as well.

They helped me catch the bus
sliding on my backside
when I was late for school,

They were my true companions 
following in every step,
as I was toddling in a waltz.

They took me to the doorstep
of my love, played a waiting game,
I did not dare to see her face.

They let me stay alone,
in the twinkle of an eye,
I blinked right down, crying for support.

They took me to a grave,
made yesterday to harbour
the remains of my good friend.

They were the best of comfort,
as I saw my dazzling bride,
gliding to the altar. 

They are today so old and torn to pieces,
I feel we drift apart,
my shoes from long ago.

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

memories are made alive by the trigger of the past, yes even a pair of shoes. :)
Your story had a good pace, I liked it very much.