Laces tout
Laces tout
another pair bought
all tied up
said I'd stop.
Break them in
painful feet
new shoes on
no one to meet.
Bold logos gone
it feels right
not a single marketing
piece in sight.
Stacked up high
worn down low
my map is full
of places to go.
Laces tout
all tied up
another pair bought
said I'd stop.
"I bet you couldn't walk
a mile in these shoes",
How would you know?
Ain't got the faintest of clues.
The dribs and drabs
of my daily life,
the seething pains
and never ending strife.
Yet I'll lace them up anyway,
cause I've got bills and rent to pay.
Not only that
but I've got people to see
that's the difference
between you and me.
Sure yours are shiny
and haven't a crease,
but I'll still be wearing my shoes
when I'm deceased.
I won't pass them on
they're mine to bear,
I'll be sure to look after them,
they're my only pair.
The shoes we lace up on our feet,
are funny little things,
they cause grown men to scream and shout,
and sometimes even sing.
I had a pair colours blue and red,
they really made me smile,
now sat in my dark cupboard,
I've not seen them for a while.
I spent and bought one too many,
it would be wise to stop,
but when you see them on the shelf,
I cannot help but stop.
I stroke my chin, convince myself,
I really need this one,
when I really need a holiday,
some sun, the sea and fun.
It's hard to wear shoes on the beach,
there's sand just everywhere,
but stood in my fresh new shoes
I don't think I'd even care.
So here's to no more shoes,
yet many trips abroad,
to stop buying as many shoes
to that you have my word.
wear shoes, write poems 