Upon my sole you do tred,

as I shine a ruby red,

when my leather gets a scuff,

you give to me a gentle buff.

~~~

I protect your toes from muddy fate,

and warm your feet on chilly slate,

I keep your bridge from falling down,

and whisk you all about the town.

~~~

Then it happened, I got a stain,

now in the closet I remain,

hidden behind some forgotten junk,

flung into an old dirty trunk.

~~~

Now some other shoe hugs your feet,

as you saunter down the street,

I thought there was more to our love,

we fit so snug, like hand in glove.

~~~

By: Beverly Beekmans (2010)

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