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