'The Worn Out Shoe.... Poem by Poison 9901

What use to be black has now faded to gray
What use to be smooth, now wrinkles away
Hands like steel, and arms like trees
Now ache with pain and arthritic disease

Eyes that shined like two jewels in the night
Now struggle to see but he says it’s alright
He’ll need your help for the simplest task
But god only knows he’ll never ask

Steady hands, once agile and nimble
Now calloused and curled and always tremble
He’ll talk for hours of things from his past
Back in the day, they were built to last

He’ll tell you the story of walking to school
He pauses, grabs his hankie and wipes away his drool
His eyes will sparkle as he speaks of his wife
Sixty years spent together, now that was the life

He’ll rock his head back as he reminisces
Her tender soft touch and her butterfly kisses
Yep, the cancer took her, he softly replies
As tears well up in the corner of his eyes

Silence befalls him as he fades off to sleep
You kiss him on the forehead, and turn away to weep
Like an old worn out shoe, tossed away to the side
Tattered and empty and left untied