Shoe Saver

I hate new shoes,
Rathering to tread upon my toes
Than to find a new pair. Impossible to choose;
Which leaves me in an awful unstable pose.

Waiting on the choice
Of comfort a feeling begets me,
If I could just hear the right voice
It may settle the me to a we.

It hesitates, then leaves.
I care not enough to chase
For I’m lazy and a new path it conceives.
Besides, I’m much more comfortable in this place.