Road to Reprieve

Thinking aloud. Trying to understand the things around me. Pseudo-intellectual conversations with Robin. And dealing with a new chapter in this book I call my life.

Sunday, May 07, 2006

I am an old shoe (anonymous)

I am an old shoe.
I was so comfortable to put on.
I was in style.
I was once brand new.

My owner loved me so much.
I always walked my owner home
I was with my owner when we walked the streets of the city,
looking for a refuge

I was with my owner everyday...
But after a few months,
I was ragged, dirty, and torn.
My owner threw me away.

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