What use to be black has now faded to gray <br />What use to be smooth, now wrinkles away <br />Hands like steel, and arms like trees <br />Now ache with pain and arthritic disease <br /> <br />Eyes that shined like two jewels in the night <br />Now struggle to see but he says it’s alright <br />He’ll need your help for the simplest task <br />But god only knows he’ll never ask <br /> <br />Steady hands, once agile and nimble <br />Now calloused and curled and always tremble <br /> He’ll talk for hours of things from his past <br />Back in the day, they were built to last <br /> <br />He’ll tell you the story of walking to school <br />He pauses, grabs his hankie and wipes away his drool <br />His eyes will sparkle as he speaks of his wife <br />Sixty years spent together, now that was the life <br /> <br />He’ll rock his head back as he reminisces <br />Her tender soft touch and her butterfly kisses <br />Yep, the cancer took her, he softly replies <br />As tears well up in the corner of his eyes <br /> <br />Silence befalls him as he fades off to sleep <br />You kiss him on the forehead, and turn away to weep <br />Like an old worn out shoe, tossed away to the side <br />Tattered and empty and left untied<br /><br />Poison 9901<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-worn-out-shoe/
