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My Old Shoes

My Old Shoes

My Old Shoes

 

There’s just something wonderful about a brand new pair of shoes,
Wrapped in that rich scent of leather, burnished and smooth.
They’re fashionable and trendy with a fit snug and tight.
I walk, others notice, and I smile in confident delight.
Ah, life is good… endlessly stretched before me.
I’m really something… me and my new shoes.

Time passed and a parade of shoes shuffled out my door. Click To Tweet

Some stayed, some left, others forgotten on the closet floor.
Those who walked full circle with me, now only a precious few.
All, scuffed, broken and mended… well past their days of new.

They carried and supported me along the unmarked roads.
Danced, paced, and stumbled, beneath life’s heavy loads.
Their worn, faded leather absorbed the cold sweat of my fears
As joys and sorrows, hopes and dreams… unfolded through the years.

One day soon the old shoes and I will rest quietly, cold and still.
No more to dance, to dare, to dream, or remember the wintery chill
From those who never really knew how cautiously I’d stepped
Through the sullen shadows of my youth to a life so carefully kept.
New shoes for the passing things… good for walks in sunshine.
But old shoes to stay the end course… steady, true and fine.

~ C L Gillmore ~

 

My Old Shoes

Old shoes from Iowa City days… Gary, Cos, Mike, Me, Sandi, and Dale.

 

My Old Shoes

One Final Season



“There are many ways of breaking a heart. Stories are full of hearts broken by love, but what really breaks a heart is taking away its dream—whatever that dream might be.”

– Pearl S. Buck

One Final Season

Lay me down and let your love wash gently over me.
Soothe me softly with that low, steady voice of reason.
Strip all the craziness away and let me just float free.
Heart to heart, soul to soul…if only for one final season.

You rocked me once in innocence with young, trembling hands,
And gave me a reason to trust again by making no demands.
Now let me sink slowly under your soul… warm, close and tight.
Hold me within your arms through this long, wondrous night.

You once said I had saved you, but the truth is you saved me,
By waking me up from years on end of details and complacency.
You found that girl who once was filled with dreams and desires.
Gave her the strength to strike the match that finally lit the fire.

So lay me down and let your love wash gently over me.
And soothe me softly with that low, steady voice of reason.
Strip all the craziness away and let me just float free.
Heart to heart, soul to soul…if only for one final season.

 

C. L. Gillmore, Copyright 2011

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