I suppose I ought to let you know
Just how appreciative I am
Of your service to me
And my feet

Your lovely black laces
Are frayed and caked
With crusty salt
From the sidewalk that once was icy

Your once black leather
Is dull and gray
And has splotches
Of mud and dust

Someday I promise
To shine you up
Give you new laces
And go for a walk with you.