I’ve worn through many pairs of shoes
Across my days of life
I’ve worn them on the happy days
And on the days of strife
But what I haven’t done in years
Is let them leave and go
I’ve kept them safe and in my room
For reasons I don’t know
Today I cleaned them out of there
The broken ones and old
Which sat there for a couple years
Eleven when all told
A decent few were broken in
The toes were not quite right
I’d worn through fabric and insoles
In course of days and nights
The dress shoes were a bigger mess
Though there was not a hole
The minor problem still remained
The falling off of sole
The hiking boots I’d waded with
Were not quite waterproof
But they’d confounded marching stride
Which made me feel a goof
The best part about all of it
Was how the sizes fit
Two sizes large was how I ran
For more than a wee bit
The stack of shoes to be disposed
Is clownish and it’s tall
But it will make me sad to see
It in the garbage fall