Old Shoes

Here is an imitation of Work Boot: Still Life by Jim Daniels

Hiding in the garage

my shoes lie and wait.

Logo’s lay caked in mud.

Dotted with holes

like a dog’s toy used one to many times.

The laces torn, stiff from dirt

ripping at each pull

forever getting shorter.

Soles that are too flat

worn down from all the wear

sliding round like their on ice.

One more tear yet to come

will strip me of my shoes.