Life, the Unreturnable Shoe
New shoes, bright and bold,
Too stiff, too tight, or so I'm told.
Back to the store I go once more,
Receipt in hand, a simple chore.
But life
life is a shoe I cannot trade,
No counter, no clerk, no refund made.
I try it on, it rubs, it aches,
Some days it bends, other days it breaks.
And yet
a truth sneaks in beneath the pain:
I can reshape, re-lace again.
No easy swap, no instant cure,
But small repairs I can endure.
I’ll soften the leather, stitch every seam,
Walk new paths I once called dream.
For life’s the shoe I choose to fit.
Bit by bit, with grit and wit.
Nov 23, 2025
Nov 23, 2025 at 2:14 AM UTC
Life, the Unreturnable Shoe
New shoes, bright and bold,
Too stiff, too tight, or so I'm told.
Back to the store I go once more,
Receipt in hand, a simple chore.
But life
life is a shoe I cannot trade,
No counter, no clerk, no refund made.
I try it on, it rubs, it aches,
Some days it bends, other days it breaks.
And yet
a truth sneaks in beneath the pain:
I can reshape, re-lace again.
No easy swap, no instant cure,
But small repairs I can endure.
I’ll soften the leather, stitch every seam,
Walk new paths I once called dream.
For life’s the shoe I choose to fit.
Bit by bit, with grit and wit.
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