My New Shoes

My shoes are covered with slime and grit

Also they no longer fit,



They've walked me thorough really tough times

But now they are giving fading signs,



So I have to buy a new pair

Although this seems a bit queer,



I'm putting on my new shoes

Trying not to get confused,



Hoping to adapt

In this unknown act,



I've started walking with these shoes on

A jerk, a tremble, then I fall,



Falling in the first attempt

I try not to feel contempt,



Second time I am more sure

I think I'm getting to know them to the core,



Now I'm walking without a doubt

Still I won't throw my old ones out,



Because even though I need them no more

They've given me loads of memories to store.