Two years ago,



You were my biggest dream.



But now,



I can hold him in my hand



He is the soldier,



Protecting every inch of your client.



My feet feel comfortable,



Because they can feel his heart.



My ankles are two little boys






Who like playing



And always hurt themselves.



He is like a babysitter



Taking care of my lovely children.



Every time I pick him up



I look at the scars on his body



I am proud of him.



He never complains.




Even the next generation replaces him.



The soldier is always there when I need him.



Maybe just a moment,



He is still willing to back me up.



The moral of this ode is this:



Comfort is twice comfort,



When it is matter of protection



from my sneakers.