Sunday, August 15, 2010



A Shoe

A shoe
A new shoe
can be so exciting
so fresh so many hopes
so many expectations

When you walk on the streets
When you look down to your feet
All the wonders will take you whenever you go
The more you wear
The more it mould itself to your feet

You love it
You love it more
You love it even more

Pretty
Bright
Comfy
Brilliant
Perfect

All the good things
you can think of
No matter what people say
You want to hold on

It loves you
so much
Protect your little feet
from sharp stones
from rain
mud puddle dirt
It wishes to stay with you
forever
and so do you

A shoe is still
A s h o e

It will die one day
It will be torn
The sharp stones
The unexpected rain or puddle
The dirt, grease, mud

It does not promise forever
Because you never know when it will vanish
when you will replace your shoe
You love it and it loves you so
It only wishes for a better shoe to replace itself
One day, when it fades...

And the story goes
A new shoe
can be so exciting
so fresh so many hopes
so many expectations