Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Finding Meaning in my Shoes

Worn and torn, what once was so white,
Ragged now, they seem to spite me.
Fraying Doc Martens and sole-less Nikes,
The chords that bind them twist like lightning.

Those venerable boots, worn with time,
Tell a story much akin to mine.
Once unblemished and factory new,
They now define me,
My good old shoes.


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