Old Shoes

That old pair of shoes

You don’t want them

You don’t need them

Not anymore

You keep them

But you never wear them

All worn out

Tattered and torn

It’s a wonder what you keep them for

Oh, when you bought them

You loved them so

You had so many good times

As you wore them almost everywhere you’d go

But they didn’t last forever

And now the sole is all but gone

And there they sit at the dark corner of your closet

Year after year after year

All things we once loved or had a use for can end like that

Friendships, love affairs, anything at all

All left at the bottom of a closet

All torn and tattered

These things that are now just memories we recall