Old Friends

 

 

There are shoes in the back of the closet feeling neglected.

They have been here and there,

and even places beyond where they should have gone.

No longer looking their best,

concerned voices suggest they are not suitable

for fashionable outings.

My feet miss them,

like old friends waiting for a play date

they were always comfortable together.

They can anticipate the needed steps,

the sudden stops –

A dark and lonely closet

seems hardly a fitting end.

Even the other shoes

started calling them loafers.

Keds can be so cruel.