Running Shoes

I hug your feet snugly,

providing comfort

and safety from the road,

rocks, the water,

and mud.

With you

I am free,

alive.

We race over every terrain,

exploring new places.

Nomads.

Vagabonds.

I am your most selfless

servant and friend.

Taking every blow

directed

at your tender feet.

But today

my tread is worn.

My cushion,

bare.

My sole broken

in service to you.

Now I am thrown into the garbage heap.

Accompanied by

the other refuse of your extravagant life.

Author's Note

Any feedback is welcome. I am a novice poet.

Reviews

[Cherrie Palmer]

Running shoes love the road as much as the runner

[Onlyme]

Nicely done, a great tribute to footwear. Made me smile.

[Rowlee]

Good one.It was captivating short and to the point

[Alexander Dillon]

Thank you for reading, I am glad you enjoyed it!