Shoes
This week I have a poem for you, along with a promise to get these posts delivered to you in time for the actual rest of the week.
Here goes:
Shoes
How do you know which shoes to wear?
Should they match your belt, your purse, or your hair?
Should they shout your name with flash and flare?
Or blend right in to avoid the dread stare?
Sneakers, loafers, lace-ups, Brooks
Slip-ons, flip-flops, shoes with hooks
Fancy flats and towering heels
Name brands that dazzle
Bargain shoe deals
Crocs and Merrills
Roller-skate shoes?
Hiking boots, cowboy boots
Which shoes will you choose?
So much to consider
Your posture, your health
There’s style and comfort—
And the absence of wealth
Do you grab what’s on hand
Or agonize
Considering function
And what is deemed wise
What will you do?
What will they think?
What is the purpose?
What if they stink?
How do you know which shoes to wear?
Should they match your belt, or your purse, or your hair?
Should they necessarily come in pair?
Wait—tell me—should you even care?
More on shoes, an invitation to take off your shoes, and a Thanksgiving blessing for your feet coming to you on Thursday (Thanksgiving Day in the U.S.).
Alicia