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)
- Published: March 18th, 2024 21:01
- Category: Reflection
- Views: 6
Comments2
Excellent.
Thank you!
Talks to us all.
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