A shoe dropped today,
the synic says in me,
another load of rubber,
lace and stitch
that will end up in sea.

Shores marched upon by waves
filtering pebbles, rocks and sand,
where shoes find their final grave
no matter how small or grand.

I love shoes and the sea
together a lot less so
on the beach my feet are free
that passion I let go.

Why oh why is it then
when across the world I go
I find these two things
in a constant to and fro?

Perhaps we have too many shoes
on this planet earth,
to keep up with soaring demand
of which humans did give birth.

No more, no more
donate and clear
be gone of guilt and greed,
walk upon the sand instead
with two sets of toes both free.