Worn Out Shoes
I had them on that first day,
You smiled and beamed when I walked your way,
They were brand spanking new then,
Still white, not yet broken in.
Wore them I did when we first kissed,
Nervous tingles against our pursed lips,
They were getting comfortable then,
Their life just starting to begin.
On my feet as we bonded our lives together,
Coming through the door to your face...and a home cooked dinner,
I’d kick them off, and we’d crawl between the covers,
Laying by the bed, at the foot of two lovers.
Cleaned them up a time or two,
Things weren’t going so well between me and you,
They still stayed on my feet throughout this dark spell,
As our relationship tumbled...and fell.
They were on the floor the day you left...when you walked out the door,
Not wanting to be in this life with me anymore,
All scratched up...their souls tired and worn,
Not so useable...bitter and torn.
I still keep them, even though times have been tough,
Though they’re rough, beat-up and scuffed,
Broken by love...but filled with memories,
Hanging on to this pair of worn-out shoes…because they mean so much.
Eric B. Ramey
You smiled and beamed when I walked your way,
They were brand spanking new then,
Still white, not yet broken in.
Wore them I did when we first kissed,
Nervous tingles against our pursed lips,
They were getting comfortable then,
Their life just starting to begin.
On my feet as we bonded our lives together,
Coming through the door to your face...and a home cooked dinner,
I’d kick them off, and we’d crawl between the covers,
Laying by the bed, at the foot of two lovers.
Cleaned them up a time or two,
Things weren’t going so well between me and you,
They still stayed on my feet throughout this dark spell,
As our relationship tumbled...and fell.
They were on the floor the day you left...when you walked out the door,
Not wanting to be in this life with me anymore,
All scratched up...their souls tired and worn,
Not so useable...bitter and torn.
I still keep them, even though times have been tough,
Though they’re rough, beat-up and scuffed,
Broken by love...but filled with memories,
Hanging on to this pair of worn-out shoes…because they mean so much.
Eric B. Ramey
Copyright ©2005 Eric B. Ramey
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