Been there
Once upon a time
These old sneakers
Stepping for many miles
Dirt from a thousand places
Embedded in the soles
I wonder aloud
How miles that are left
In those well worn
Pair of shoes
Which speeds up my pace
To finish what I can
I wonder aloud
How miles that are left
In those well worn
Pair of shoes
Which speeds up my pace
To finish what I can
Cool to think of the miles walked in an old pair of shoes. Lord, my oldest pair is ten years old. I have lived a decade of my life in them. Yoiks!
ReplyDeleteI really love the thought of what those old sneakers can be... each part of dirt a story in itself.
ReplyDeleteI also love the idea of where my shoes have been...what soil they have tread upon and how much longer they will carry me.
ReplyDeleteA well traveled poem :-)
ReplyDeleteZQ
A lovely nuanced metaphor wonderfully rendered.
ReplyDeleteI love the metaphor and the gratitude.
ReplyDeleteHmmm, but what about buying some new ones and going a bit further?
ReplyDeleteI just can't part with them Rosemary... :)
DeleteThese shoes hold a small part of us.. being co travelors on path of happiness and woe 💜
ReplyDeleteOh, this is lovely! Yes, your shoes are your story.Dirt that we do erase...still leave a shadow of the mark!
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