"from the shoe to its sole, and the soul to its
shoe"
By: Courtney Wyman
I don't
want to walk on top of you sole,
And so from now on I think I will roll.
This
way I can keep you shiny and new,
You will never get old or stuck in some goo.
You
shall go on forever without any cares,
And you will never, ever know the least bit of wear.
You will roll through the green, the white speckles, and blue,
And then I will be
the happiest shoe.
But I don't mind getting old or stuck in some
goo,
There are so many things I will have gotten to do.
And what is an 'old'
anyway?
It's just one more tiny bit stacked on top of some days.
And
when all my tiny bits become a whole lot,
And I have been worn and covered with spots.
At least I can say that I smeared lots of dirt,
I skidded, I bounced, though sometimes
it hurt.
I got lots of grass stuck in my squares,
I helped keep some feet
from being too bare.
I hopped and I sneeked,
I made the world creak.
And when the world got wet,
Instead I made squeaks.
And although I won't always look shiny or new,
I'll always be walking because
that's what soles do.
And someday your laces will have to untie,
But
I will keep walking because soles never die.
And I will be happy even when I look old,
Because you let me walk instead of roll.
Then before
our tiny bits become a whole lot,
I better get you worn and covered with spots.
I'll
get lots of grass stuck in your squares,
I'll show you the world and all of its cares.
You will walk through the green, the white speckles, and blue,
And this sole will
make me, the happiest shoe.
