What the years would do
To my shoes
Hidden, stored away
Melancholy memories repressed
I had all but given in
To ever wearing them again
But then...
A second chance
A brand new song
To dance to
But time had been a bit unfair
To my old shoes
And now it's clear
I'm gonna' need a new pair.
Caren E. Salas
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Remember, the magic is in the memories, not the shoes! Loved this poem.
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