My shoes have covered feet and miles.
Our soles are wearing thin.
When young and new we wore bright smiles,
and dealt with breaking in.
The scuffs and scars from life's abuse,
have weakened even thread.
How loosely we do dangle now,
no strides to get ahead.
With callous over blistered heel,
we plod our beaten path.
And make attempts to look well groomed,
with polish and a bath.
It may be time to start anew,
to stop the stares and whispers.
But what to do? I can't decide,
when life's a bedroom slipper.