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My Yellow Shoes
Well they used to be yellow,
But have now turned to a faded,
Bleak brown. I put those
Shoes through mud, grass, blood,
And not even I know what else.
Now, they sit in my closet, until the day
I decide throw them out.
They sit there gathering dust
With all my other clothes that are too small
Or that are simply worn out,
And of no more use,
Yet I am still unable to get rid of.
But have now turned to a faded,
Bleak brown. I put those
Shoes through mud, grass, blood,
And not even I know what else.
Now, they sit in my closet, until the day
I decide throw them out.
They sit there gathering dust
With all my other clothes that are too small
Or that are simply worn out,
And of no more use,
Yet I am still unable to get rid of.
Published 5th Mar 2021
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5th Mar 2021 3:20pm
I used Yellow Shoes as a metaphor to remind me of the value of old friends. Peace, Oral
