Friday, April 13, 2012

What my old shoe told me ...

I'm an old worn out shoe
I am not very new

Sitting all by myself
On an old dusty shelf

My white laces are worn
Tattered, tacky, and torn

I've walked a million miles
On carpet, floor, and tiles

My slick, slippery heel
Is a banana peel
My color is faded
The style out-dated

My mate has gone astray
I'm left here to decay

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