The feet are the
soul of the shoes.
And without the
feet, the shoes are
an empty body,
vacant vessels that
sit in the corner,
quiet as a tombstone,
forgotten, and curled at
the toes, flowers and
grass smashed into
the tread.
The tan leather is
baked brown from the
sun, tired and cracked from
the long lonely
miles of wandering.
Finally, the journey
is done.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 10th, 2024 18:06
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Comments6
Nice metaphor about shoes and feet and life.Well done
Thank you.
That journey has been a long one Thomas and there is yet further to go
Andy
Thank you
Another belter, Thomas. Some great lines.
Thank you
Nice play on the soul of the show. I enjoyed it.
Thanks
Great write about the hard trek ..of life....
Thanks
Great write Thomas well done
Thank you.
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