Sitting along the highway, all alone
I spied a well-worn, beat-up
brown leather shoe.
Pondering its journey,
I questioned whether it, too
mated for life,
as geese tend to do.
What happened to its Other Half--
Could it be far away?
Or did the two shoes have a spat
And decide they should part ways?
...or maybe there's a foot somewhere
Looking for its shoe--
or could Cinderella still be waiting
for her Charming Dream Come True?
I wish I knew the story of this
lonely leather sole;
I hope it finds its way back home
so it won't be alone.
Aug 28, 2014
Aug 28, 2014 at 4:56 PM UTC
Sitting along the highway, all alone
I spied a well-worn, beat-up
brown leather shoe.
Pondering its journey,
I questioned whether it, too
mated for life,
as geese tend to do.
What happened to its Other Half--
Could it be far away?
Or did the two shoes have a spat
And decide they should part ways?
...or maybe there's a foot somewhere
Looking for its shoe--
or could Cinderella still be waiting
for her Charming Dream Come True?
I wish I knew the story of this
lonely leather sole;
I hope it finds its way back home
so it won't be alone.
One of those goofy musings I have about every-day things one might observe!
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