The Shoes

I took a pic yesterday of my shoes(Reflection of shoe my mirror)... Remind me does my past day, my old shoes....Use to be black, now faded to gray...And use to be smooth, now wrinkles. Talking about my shoe in this post, I want to share with youguys one of my favorite poem by John Perreault. Injoy~~

"Shoe" by John Perreault

A road can't be as sad as a shoe is sad

when a shoe can't read.

I can't read either.

And I have given away all my clothe

sand gone away so far

that no one will even remember that I've gone

nor how far I went when I was here.

For a road can't be as crazy as a ranch is mad

when a ranch can't sing.

I cough. I spit. I jump up and down

and I run around like a headless rooster.

Me too. I am not lonesome. I am gregarious.

I make friends with the curbstone even.

But a shoe can't be as pretty as a wheel when it's turning

or a tunnel uncovered by chance.

And a shoe can't be a lobster.

I am as free as a belt or a bell or

a dog on a leashg

one crazy with the aroma of flagpoles.

Have a great thursday!