Old Brown Shoes Poem by Lore Me34

Look sitting at the bottom of the bed.
A pair of old brown shoes.

I can tell by the soles of those
old brown shoes; that they
have walked many miles,

Furthermore, I can tell by
the scuff marks on the toes
of those old brown shoes;
that they had to kick many
obstacles out of the way of
the owner,

Now, by the fade shine
on those old brown shoes;
I can tell that they were
handled with much love
and care.

Boy! If the tongues on
those old brown shoes;
could talk. I could just
imagine the stories they
would tell.

I know one of the stories
would be of suicide.

Because there above my head.
Hangs the owner; by the laces
of those old brown shoes.