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These Old Shoes

by Glenn Currier

Back in the corner of the closet
they rest covered in layers of dust
so thick I can barely see their color
but I remember the days of trust

I placed in them on ladders
dragging the hose through mud
standing before the radial saw
cutting with fear of drawing blood

Yes they are quite ugly
scuffed and parting at seams
soles worn and getting holey
walked through broken dreams

But I’ve got more work to do
I shake off the past with their dust
put on these old shoes cozy and true
and step into another future with trust.

07/31/2019

Posted on 07/31/2019
Copyright © 2019 Glenn Currier

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/07/19 at 02:51 PM

Nothing like a good pair of shoes or boots. My work boots were like gloves. Good one, Glenn. Very nice last stanza. I like the way you use "dust" with "trust" in this and how the shoes walked through "broken dreams."

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