A worn out shoe, years of labor given,
a hole in its sole driven.
Now discarded, it lies in the trash,
a twisted tongue a broken lash.
- Author: sorenbarrett ( Offline)
- Published: February 18th, 2024 04:55
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- Users favorite of this poem: Accidental Poet
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Good write SB.
Thanks Orchi
Maybe you have just described how I feel somedays. Very clever and brilliant imagery as always. ๐น
Thanks Teddy it's a common feeling I feel for many. As always your comments are deeply valued friend.
Sometimes we can feel like a discarded shoe. I may be taking the metaphor elsewhere. But thatโs the strength of the poem.
Thanks Cryptic yes I think we all do from time to time. Hopefully we will feel retrieved and repaired. Appreciate the read and comment friend.
Oh yes, a bit of a scrub as well and some freshener for that fragrant clean feel!
Can't reach in there for the metaphor, but can vividly remember the feeling of loss when an old, familiar, much repaired (don't see many of them these days) pair of boots are consigned to the bin having sat in the back of the cupboard for far too long, dusty musty and mouldy....
Thanks Dave poems are read at all levels and none more important than the other it is just how it hits you and if literal and it still evokes something all the better. Thanks for your read and comment that is deeply valued.
Discarded it may well be, but revived it lives in these words. Very inspirational sore, thank you for writing. ๐๐
Thanks so much Accidental your words are appreciated
Age can be like that for many soren but blessfully not for all.
Andy
Thanks Andy, no not for all. I still have some old shoes that I have not discarded.
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