As I cleaned my store,
I came across my old shoes, many seasons I wore.
They stood side by side in rows,
Some with run down heels and broken toes,
The others with holes
through the soles.
Other two badly torn,
Many times I had worn,
Still one only scuffed,
It's sole I found rough.
My old shoes, I had worn them so well,
Each had a story to tell,
I can never throw them away,
With them I spent many good and bad days.
3/7/2019