Stroll

You know the saying
To walk a mile in someone’s shoes?
Well I did that
And strolled around in a stranger’s pair of Nikes
Worn out soles and tattered laces
These shoes have walked more than a mile
Drowned in dirt and who knows what

Who knows why
This rubber and fabric combination seems to
Stick together for so long?
Bits and pieces are flapping around in the free air
Yet they stay together
To get us from A to B

It’s too bad
That we get too bored of what’s on our feet
And dispose of shoes before their time
Gnarled fabric and dirty laces
Hide the versatility
Of walking a mile in a random pair of shoes.