My Shoes

I look down at my shoes they look smelly, battered and worn. They have run errands, made trips to the park, traveled far and wide. They are not pretty but they are sturdy. The enable me to run, chase after the kids, and catch the dog. It's my shoes that make me who I am and what I hope to be... We trudge along paths, wide open roads, some of us with dreams without limits and other finding solace in the quiet of a book. If the shoe makes the man what does it say about me? I prefer the road less traveled and the adventures of life. ...more
@SylverBlaque I caught the end of it and was mad at myself for forgetting about it! She is an ...more