Old Shoes

These old shoes that I enjoy to wear To take me both here and there, I have wore them on journeys of many miles Which brought me many victories and smiles. They are soft and they are broken in From the roads and travels where I have been, They have took me to many wonderful places With them I have ran many races. When I have walked up and down many a road Many know of my load, These old shoes that I wear are scuffed and tore They show others where I have been before. I wore these shoes in both mud and creeks Same shoes I have wore for days and weeks, I've worn them when I climbed mountains And I wore them walking near great fountains, I wear them when I walked my dogs And I wore them at night near ponds looking for frogs. I wore these shoes when I helped others move When their life they needed to improve, And when I needed to mow my lawn These are the very same shoes that I would put on. Now when many look and and see my shoes They know of my journeys, my deeds and my dues, But, when the wealthy and privileged see the shoes on my feet They see only defeat. Randy L. McClave