Just a pair of shoes
standing empty, still,
waiting for the moment
to do the masters will.
To take him where he needs to go
To ease the pounding pavements flow
protect his feet so he will know
the comfort I can give.
but if he chooses now to wear
some other fancy, newer pair,
I’ll rest a while and not despair
then when he uses me, I’ll live.
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