My old shoe

A brownish heel
sits on the ground

With no socks around

I put it on my feet

And that’s quite neat

I walk out the door

As I pound the floor

Over the grass and across the lot

Trying to avoid a gum spot

I need a clean shirt

And groomed hair

But I need not worry

My shoe is always there

I wore it to school, to parties and bars

And looked quite different

My trusty shoe has always been constant

Money for new shoes is my goal

But these shoes have much ingrained

In the sole…



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