these old shoes...

   
These old shoes are ready for the dump,
yet they are so comfortable.
Look at the holes torn in the sides,
wounds that let the love flow out.
They fit my feet perfectly,
but lack the neccissary support,
to see me through my days and nights,
oh but that comfort is so easy to use.
On my feet i sometimes ignore how they look,
then others I feel this self concsious smirk
of people who walk by and must be wonderig why
I still keep these raggedy shoes.
It's hard not to think about new ones
sometimes when I"m feeling especially down.
Maybe a pair of Nikes would lift my spirits a bit,
leather loafers with financial stability,
:sigh: but I just keep wearing these shoes.
Did they come with a gaurantee? is it done?
Or should I just expect less?
I was told they'd fufill all my wildest dreams
and care for me as I grow old.
Perhaps i was sold on an honest mistake,
a selling campaign or a lie,
I think I should just kick these old shoes off,
and go look for some new ones to buy.

              8/95

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