All the Miles Logged

 
A long time ago my wife gifted me a pair of shoes
I remember they were my first with memory foam
Now I’m writing a poem to those old blue Sketchers
And honestly, they were the best pair I ever owned
 
It wasn’t just the comfort, color or style
But they were best pair to have on the road
All the miles I logged every time I jogged
Felt smooth and soft with each step in control
 
And the times when I didn’t have my music
With just the sound of my breathing and feet
Watching the sun rise over the mountains
It felt like I could accomplish any feat
 
Until one day in the rain I stepped on a puddle
I felt the old soles had finally met their fate
The Sketchers had surely been worn down
And so I said goodbye to my running mates