My shoes are worn and torn,
It can only last a few more days,
In a corner it stands looking
forlorn,
Fading in the sun’s bright rays.
Depleted of its former
handsomeness,
Deprived of its former shine,
Maybe it’s because of my
carelessness,
And the fault may all be mine.
The heel is torn in places,
It looks like it's going to cry,
Not to mention the undignified laces,
And the shoes who started an outcry.
We’re breaking piece by piece,
The holes are filled with sand,
Don’t wear me anymore please,
You can’t even see my brand.
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