Old shoes <br />Broken-soled brothers <br />Have seen happier days <br />I remember when I bought them <br />My young hands pulled the laces tight <br />I looked smart in those shoes <br />Dancing with the girls on a hot summer night <br />Smoking cigarettes in the gloom <br />Waiting for a dream to slip into the back seat <br />Of a ’57 Chevy. <br /> <br />Ah, but <br />Old shoes <br />Don’t last long <br />And old feet grow tired <br />From all the walking. <br />There comes a time <br />When both must part <br />An ignominious end <br />In some forgotten field <br />Covered with pungent earth <br />Discarded debris. <br /> <br /> <br />(Previously published in Some Words: A Place For Poetry, Feb.2000)<br /><br />Laurence Overmire<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/old-shoes-2/
