these old shoes

A Poem by dovetailer

my favorite pair

these old shoes

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these shoes are worn from being worn

for miles they’ve been my friend

we’ve shared so many, many steps

our friendship nears the end

when they were new...all stiff and shined

we seemed at odds back then

they gave me blisters, aches and pains

remember way back when?

just like a husband and a wife

we chafed...each had our way

but day by day and step by step

we heard the other’s say

I gave a little...they did too

the friction eased away

we both conformed to what we’re now

there was no other way

and o’er the years you’ve been with me

protected me from pain

from glass or stones or thorns so sharp

and other things profane

protected me from heat and cold

in dampness shared our fate

through thick and thin we’ve comrades been

they’ve kept me walking straight

but now they’re tired and scuffed and spent

a hole worn in each sole

no longer new, they smell of me

they have fulfilled their role

they gave and gave and gave again

with comfort non-pareil

I’m sad to think their time has come

my wistfulness is real

I look at them held in my hand

I do the prudent thing

I place them sadly in the trash

and in a new pair bring

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© 2010 dovetailer

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Samuel Dickens

No, don't! They're still good! I'm laughing as I sit here reading this in my pathetic old house shoes that I've bought replacements for more than once, only to be put back into service because the new ones "just didn't feel right." I like comfortable, familiar old things and don't care what they look like. Folks used to take their shoes to the cobbler and get them re-soled, you know. Another great write.