Sitting on the bus waiting to get home <br />Unfamiliar faces mostly unknown <br />Going to the same place each day <br />Stuck in traffic now even more delayed <br /> <br />We come to that stop again clonturk avenue <br />The same man gets on with his hat in his hand and wearing his same old dancing shoes <br />He asks for his fare and recieves his ticket <br /> <br />Walks down the tiny isle sits down and once again starts to fidgit <br />He keeps his head down and never passes a look at me or you <br />But the locals just seem to stare at him aswell as the other unknown few. <br />They stare at his shoes and i know what thery are thinking <br /> <br />''Will he not go buy a new pair' as they roll there eyes up to heaven without blinking <br />But these shoes mean so much more to him than they would to you or I <br />He has danced with his wife for 45 years in them, these are the reasons why he will not pick new shoes to buy <br /> <br />His wife passed away 6 years ago <br />The last dance he had with his wife he will forever know <br />Moral of this poem is to not judge someone by their appearance <br />Dont make them feel awkward or out of existence <br />You may ask how do i know this man loves his torn shoes <br /> <br />Simply by looking at the bottom of his shoes... <br />''I love my mary'' is what says <br />His shoes forever ripped and torn but the love forever stays.<br /><br />meggan o reilly<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-old-mans-shoes/
