Speckled with dust,
Checkered with rust,
                                                                ­  My shoes bravely take the steps.
Some kicked upon the grass,
Some taken to the last mass,
Some dangled during the class,
                                                       then the sassy ones I took to the dance,
                                                        peering over your shoes my true love.
They whisper secretly at night,
Guard us as we roam in our dreams.
                                                      I wish you would stay with me tonight,
                                                                like my left shoe cradles my right.
Shine, my shoes!
                                                             Tell them the places we conquered;
                                                              Re­count the troubles we ventured;
                                                       The money and youth we squandered.
                                                        
Look down the ground and admire each shoe,
Every one knows the life we've been through.