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Old Shoe

  • Dec 24, 2025
  • 1 min read

The sole tells but the tongue lies silently

The aging leather, scuff marks on the skin

The stories of a life it sets foot in

And every scrape a note of history

A fraying toe, the scratches on the heel

Old shoelaces after the journeys made

Obligations of living that were paid

The scars that run too deeply to conceal

A shoe that’s grown more comfortable with time

Relaxed like wrinkles on the wise soul’s face

Weather worn still going at a good pace

His shoes stepping on a descent or climb.

 
 
 

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