Shoes
poem by:
Jim Kilduff
Written
on Jan 05, 2018
Shoes all crumpled and squeezed Why can't you ever do as I please? Don't you know that it is a sorry sight To say that I possess you it gives me a fright! And also passers by so respect yourselves Or else out of my bag and onto the shelf! Shoes all disheveled and stressed I've spent many hours to make you look your best Your demeanour is forlorn I'm sorry but you'll no longer be worn That €10 I paid for you, I might've guessed You are my mirror image threadbare and stressed. Shoes all pockmarked with holes My feet are in agony from your dire souls No longer admire your colourful bows. See I've got dreams like dreamers do I can't call it a dream if I'm wearing you. But I will keep you thats for sure In your cardboard coffin not as a memory But as a reminder to next time spend wisely.
Tags: Humor, Rhyme, Beat, Hope,
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Christopher Russon commented on Jan 05, 2018 at 11:00pm
Very well written poem.love this one.humerous.
Ari J
commented on Jan 18, 2018 at 8:01am
Like it!!
Fadrian Bartley
commented on Jan 22, 2018 at 4:28am
I LIKE THIS ONE
Fadrian Bartley
commented on Jan 24, 2018 at 3:35pm
LOVELY MAN
Frank Hornby .
commented on Jun 08, 2019 at 8:20am
Reminds me of myself ..going to school with shoes with "holes in the soles"...having to cut cardboard ( out of a cornflakes box)...and fit inside my shoes to get through the day!....hahaha..can you hear the violins.....love the poem Jim....ðŸ‘ðŸ»
