These shoes my feet hold
Done walked many roads
Are scuffed up, very old,
And carry with them many holes
From walking when it was hot
From walking when it was cold
These shoes my feet hold
No, they aren’t fancy or made of gold
These shoes have seen all terrain,
Concrete, and wood.
The walks they have had a wonder to behold
Take a walk in these shoes, one could,
But what’s a shoe without a sole?
Walker 2018
Comments on: "These Shoes My Feet Hold….." (13)
A Truly soulful post. I liked it.
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This post went to my heart. Come walk in my tattered soleless shoes that still shine despite travels through mud, storms and rough terrains.
Loved how you concluded this poem 🙂
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