New Shoes

New shoes, new shoes
So many options-how do I choose?
My parents picked them until I was three
Now the decisions are all left to me
My closets full of some a don’t wear
There’s even some that I forget were there
There’s some I’ve outgrown,: I’ve just tossed them aside
Some I’ll never wear because I have too much pride
I have plenty that don’t fit-but I keep them the same
There’s some that I wear when I’m running my game
Some I wear with shorts, and other’s with suits
I have tennis shoes, sandals, flip flops and boots
I have blacks ones, brown ones and a few that are white
Some that are too loose and some that are too tight
I need my shoes; they protect my sole/soul
I love new shoes, but I prefer the old
Because the old ones are comfy- a perfect fit
With them you know just what you’ll get
I have my favorites-ones I can’t do without
Then there are the others that leave me much doubt
But without them you can’t get too far in this life
They’ll get you through most desolation and strife
Through the good and the bad they’ll guide you through
Isn’t that’s what a good pair should do?
I feel badly for those that own just one pair
Because if they get lost-who else would care?
New shoes, new shoes- I’ll say it again
I like new ones and olds ones-because they are my friends