A recent comment got me thinking about how we live our lives, and the many shoes we wear. So...A poem

Shoes...I Have Worn a Few
I've worn some plain and simple ones
I've worn some brown some blue
I've worn some heels in shades of red
I've worn them clear straight through
I've worn them so the heels have broke
and the toe has split in two
I've worn some shoes that didn't match
because it's what I had to do
And though you've never seen these shoes
doesn't mean it isn't true
Some days I've been without my shoes
with nothing on at all
and other days just to keep warm
I've worn shoes that are too small
The shoes I've worn, they are my own
oh, that is very true
but if you asked
I'd take them off and share them all with you

And, of course, no post would be complete without a song or two, so...

♪Whose Bed have your boots been under...and who did you run to?♪ (Shania Twain)
♪Goody two, goody two, goody goody two shoes,
Don't smoke, don't drink, what do you do?♪ (Adam Ant)
♪These boots are made for walking, and that's just what they'll do
One of these days these boots are gonna walk all over you♪ (Nancy Sinatra)


  1. I just read your previous post too! I love the song Dear Prudence. I'm sure it will be in my head the rest of the evening!

  2. Hi there! I think your friend might be going through something and feels guilty so its hard for her to talk about, and she's close to you so she's seeing things in what you're writing that might not be related to her, but maybe she just feels it is. I would talk to her and try and be there for her during this difficult time of change.
    Stopping by from SITS to say hi:)

  3. I love that poem. It's just so real. Too small shoes are the worst though.


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