Broken Sandals

The ankle strap was shredded

The heel had worn a wedge

My favorite leather sandals were once white

The shine from their imbedded

Little jewels around the edge

Made me smile when sparkling in the light.

I purchased them intending

To transport me away

And experience new paths we’d walk together

Perhaps I’d been pretending

If I treasured them each day

The sandals that I loved would last forever.

My feet felt them decaying

I repaired the clasp with glue.

Still they would not soften with my care.

There’s no use in delaying…

Soon they’ll break in two..

Now ìt seems I’m painfully aware.

They still fit.

I just can’t walk in them anymore