Not all those who wander are lost...
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Ode to the shoe
White and fresh when I bought you
So much so I cringed
But not for long, the miles I walked
Grayed your edges quick
Now you wear your age with grace
Frayed with endless walks
With me on my many trips
On your last days now. Sob!
My companion, you shall be missed.
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