Tighten your laces
you yearn for another,
that fits and keeps your suave,
on any road that leads to your happiness
to walk without a frown and crown your face with a smile but-
would they bare to wear your shoes?
in all forms there can be a shoe,
not in all norms would you just wear a shoe
if heels would raise you closer to the heavens
you would bargain the price-
to rise beyond the pain that you live to wear lows that keep you closer -
is it this shoes or is it your shoes?
old is gold,
to wear that which you walk when not bold,
does it make you glow or you take a bow to shame?
you seek that which is new while the gesture of your pocket-
squeaks the sound of few
better your old a shoe than a new that is none.
with them you trod through and made nostalgic memoirs,
the growth that is numerical as it ascends with age,
the shoes of life that you have worn with swagger and sage,
much smaller or bigger you wore them in pain and joy
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