Poetry (Day 174): Old Shoes

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         Old Shoes

 

An old pair of shoes.
A broken lace.
The grip almost gone.
A hole in the toe.

I was wearing them
when we met.
I took them off to
wade into the river
and retrieve your hat.

I was wearing them
when I proposed
and they travelled
with us around Europe.

An old pair of shoes.
I’ll keep them anyway.

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