If a Shoe Has Soul

If a shoe were to have a soul
where in it's owner's life
its rightful place, it will know

If for informal wear, by its Maker, it was made
becoming formal, sharing the limelight
the last thing it would crave

For its owner, it would gladly accompany
to far or near, wherever it may be
Down trodden paths or boulevards fancy

When comes the time for it to be replaced
due to journeys' wear & tear
its colour, fading away

To its owner's feet, it will not try to cling
knowing what discomfort this would bring
Despite sadness beyond words, in parting

In years gone by, it can at least reminisce
it has once served, unreservedly and truly
while fulfilling its own duty & destiny...

(Written on: 27/05/2009)