Shoe

My life’s unexceptional. I’m merely a shoe.

My calling in life has been hanging on you.

The worst part of my day is you tying my laces,

Before you run off to a thousand places,

At first you go right, then you sharply turn left,

And you drag me along till I can’t catch my breath.

My bottom is dirty and I’m stained on the side,

You never slow down as you run, skip and slide,

Still ignoring my pleas to please take it easy,

As the sweat of your socks is making me queasy.

Sometimes, when you enter a house and throw

My worn out sole on the hardwood below,

And I note with a sigh that I have been ripped,

I like to pretend that the world has been flipped -

And my turn has arrived to wear you for a change,

Keep you running in circles as if you’re deranged,

Through puddles and mud into gravel and sand

Until you’re confusing your leg for your hand,

Your top for your bottom, your left for your right,

And hanging for dear life along for the ride.

Perhaps you will see when you’re soaking all though

How hard it can be in this world for a shoe!