Shoes

August 13, 2015

Beaten, old and dirty

Loved but hated

In style and outdated

I am worn

And torn

My sole is loose

My strings are tied

You couldn't lose me if you tried

I am a pair of sneakers

My rubber gets weaker and weaker

I am called ugly

Yet I am coveted

Some would want me because they have nothing

I protect

I get neglect

But I do my job and I do it well

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