Nick krakana

Old Slippers - Poem by Nick krakana

They are meant to be
 what waits for me

At the end of a weary day

Always there absorbing all care

Like my dog 
who sighs over there

Lifting his eyelids just to see

My feet transfer comfortably

Resting his head 
on well worn paws

He sighs as I walk upon this squeaky floor

New slippers are conflicting energy 

Things that go against the ordinary

The moccasin of long ago
Walked in harmony with every toe

The newer it be the harder it gets

To rest ones feet
 from the aggregates

September 9th 2013

Topic(s) of this poem: ballad

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Poem Submitted: Monday, May 23, 2016

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