When Our Shoes Die

April 15, 2008
By Isaac Adugyamfi, Chicago, IL

When our shoes die
When they want to talk they'll rip right open and start to speak
When they want a bath you'll know just look down," I see mine don't"
When they get mad they dont want to fit anymore
When there happy everyone compliments them
when they want to dance they'll tell you by tapping
But when there about to die they slowly turn yellow, old, and ugly
You just feel like crying but you can't you have to be strong
now its time for the sneaker God to take them to sneaker heaven
But it's all good i got some fresh new ones on my feet, but i still miss the old ones, "I'll never forget you, I never will"


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