Shuffling forward slowly <br />On cardboard fitted soles; <br />Rancid bits of leather <br />Held in place by weathered twine. <br />Shoes that tell a story <br />Of bitterness and pain. <br />On passing by <br />With head bent low, <br />Silent screams of sorrow <br />Pierce the air with every step.<br /><br />Linda Batchelder<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-shoes/
