Four retired Catholic Charities colleagues and I get together monthly to visit the Met or other cultural attractions in the NY area. I call it the Met Club. Of the group, two are long time friends; now the others are friends as well. The other day we were chatting about foot problems, experiences with physical therapy and podiatrists, and the "right" shoes to wear. All of us had had some foot complaint recently. So I got to thinking and got inspired. This poem is dedicated to all my dear friends: young and old, old and new, family and non-relation. This poem’s for you.
Shoes
When you find that pair of shoes
The ones that fit so sweet
That feel like walking in a cloud
No matter how rocky the road
You never want to lose them
However old or worn
They are your true companions
through the years
Then you spy a brand new pair
That liven up your feet
They make you feel like dancing
To such a different tune
So chic, so colorful, so now
Strolling down exciting paths
You never walked before
And so you set these newer shoes
Beside your well-worn friends
gratefully
© E.M. Ramos 4/26/2009
1 comment:
I like that one!
Interesting thing about shoes, what feels good today, sometimes hurts when they are worn, or may even hurt after you take your first real walk in them (outside of the shoe store).
Maybe you need a follow-up poem for that!
Love, T.
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