My Shoes Poem by Cordell Sundstrom

The soles are soaked wet,
The laces are worn,
My arches ache,
And my passions are torn.

I'd like to run,
But this pair is unfit,
It's a long journey up,
For now, I must sit.

Put yourself in my shoes,
And Ill take yours,
You feel my discomfort,
The sensations of sores.

You tell me they're tight,
I tell you I know,
Ive been wearing these for some time now,
And its hard to grow.

Kick them off,
Having understood the constraint,
That has kept my progression,
Only so faint.