Wednesday, 30 January 2013
Two shiny red boots.
Despite their differences,
they're the same.
One slightly longer,
the other, wider.
Black laces on one,
navy blue on the other.
The first is stronger,
the second, weaker.
The left often behind,
the right in front.
Both have tears, specks of
dirt and creases,
but no shoes are perfect.
For them to be apart is
unimaginable.
Together they should stay,
side by side,
one tagging along behind,
the other running ahead.
No shiny red boot should be
left behind.
Of course, one shoe always
is.
One day, they will part.
One will become lost,
forgotten,
as if they had never been a
pair.
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1 comments:
I do love this poem... thanks so much for sharing it on here Mich. I like the idea that they have such different identities and the end is too sad. Please don't let them ever part...
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