Shoe Black Shoe

a poem about an old black shoe

"Shoe Black Shoe"

Shoe

Black shoe

Worn out

Laced through

Skin torn

Not perfect

Not new

Shoe

Black shoe

An old shoe

A dirty shoe

One that has been long used

Shoe

Black shoe

You've stayed with me long

Housed my feet

And let me walk in you

Shoe

Black shoe

I'm sorry but

Soon I'd have to throw

And buy a new you