Worn Out Shoes

Always on foot, too much a price for wheels

Good exercise, but brings misery to his shoes

As having to go from here to there

Is both a need and want for him


He sees more in this navigating fashion 

But if his shoes could talk, they'd scream for mercy

He understands their suffering, and wishes he could ease it

But no money prevents it, so no backup for now 


No pedometers on these battered shoes of his 

We look at the worn out of them, and can only guess the mileage 

They're like vehicles without motors, and no insurance

The only similarities are they're both trashed at some point 

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