Goodbye trainers, I say
to the bin
where they lay on top
of all the other rubbish.
The springy suede has worn
away to nothing,
and the once-fat laces
are frayed in places.
Crusted patch of vomit
on the toe
of the left, memento
of a long ago party.
Goodbye shoes, I say
again, remembering
the field. We all sat in
cider and sunshine-
later chewing gum, from freezing
on the steps
where we first held hands
and shared a red Marlboro.
Those fags nauseate me now
and I canβt drink
vodka again, I get so sick
at the thought of it.
Goodbye shoes, I close
the bin lid, blocking
the vegetable smell.
Where will these new shoes carry me?
What stories will they tell?
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a very forthright reflection piece. Thanks!
At first, it reminded me of a Deer Tick song called, These Old Shoes
Thanks for reading. I just hope that non-UK readers will realise that I’m a smoker, not a homophobe!
Those shoes sounded like they lived through college days.
Nicely done. It’s true our shoes see so much and take us on our way. They deserve a proper good bye
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Haha how could you tell π
Happy Thursday!
Yes, those shoes do sound like they hung out on a college campus somewhere…boy the tales my shoes of the old days could tell1 Like the lightheartedness of this poem.
An original take. quite a pair of shoes.
Fun nostalgia & whimsy– nicely done!
Okie dokie, I am not from the West.
I get it … that you were a smoker and was a drinker…
younger days?
very fine lines and great tribute to your old sneakers.
I hope your new shoes will support you better.
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hugs
shakira
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I know you may have noticed it,
in case you need anything from there,
please feel free to take them.
Happy mother’s Day to moms in your family!
Great poem! I love the last stanza!
beautiful and nostalgic …. good work .. !
i too feel a little nostalgic when i lose or have to throw away things which have been with me for years.
lovely poem.
I love the first and last verse. They open and close the poem perfectly well respectively. Beautiful write up…cheers!!!
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Ahhh, oldies but goodies had to part wtih your feet sometimes. Sad — but a new pair will take you to even better places, with no ciggys, vodka or puke! π
hehehhe… this poem left me thinking back to good old days… π