Dead Shoes

Poet Bee

Worn and beaten rubber soles

bounce inside the waste basket 

as I grieve those battered shoes.

 

Oh, what tales they could tell

about their rough journeys

on my aging feet!

 

I own plenty of pairs

yet these black runners

were my best choice.

 

Now I thank their corpses

for their needed sacrifice.

  • Author: Poet Bee (Offline Offline)
  • Published: March 18th, 2024 21:01
  • Category: Reflection
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