Poem: These Old Shoes

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These old shoes
Tattered and torn
Hole in the sole
Treads are all worn
No longer gleam
Burning bright white
No tripping in day
No stumbling at night
All over the land
They’ve been there and back
Finding adventure
In strange sidewalk crack
In distant land
And close to home
All over this country
Had they once roamed
Now they are done
And sit on the floor
Now these old shoes
Will wander no more

©2013 James Takeo

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