Vacant Shoes

Vacant Shoes

A Poem by Caleb

There was once a time, my boys, when your strings were good and brown,

And at that time, I always had a smile when I looked down.




Your bases were always sturdy and your soles held not a squeak,

And never did I ever have a pain upon my feet.


And ah, my boys, before the days that your heels were bent far inward,

I loved to stroll across the yard and well into the vineyard.


But now, my boys, as I sit here in this dreadful chair,

I reminisce about the times when you did not sit empty there.


Do you recall the days that we both stood strong and tall?

Suffer me not that you forget our prideful days of youth and gall!


The good ole days, my boys, are the ones of which I talk about;

The ones of which are long and gone and forced we are to live without.


For now, through very time itself, my legs are gone from sight,

Leaving no feet to fill your soles and dance about throughout the night.


But I assure you, my boys, If I were, perhaps, able to choose,

I would strap your laces snug and tight and take a final run with you.




© 2008 Caleb

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There is a deep sense of loss here, that almost feels detached though - a longing for what was, what will no longer be, but what if given the choice would be again. Perhaps it is is acceptance, enough time or enough will to have made that choice for acceptance. It would be a tough one for the average person, yet aside from accidents and disease - it happens to more people than one might think. One can get caught up in wondering how it reached that point, but in doing so - they would have to face the question of what would they do - and I do not think it is a question most want to ask themselves nor answer...

Posted 13 Years Ago

a fine poem.
a story of love and longing, but not in the traditinal sense.
awesome job

Posted 13 Years Ago

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