The Life of Shoes

Open-toed, slingbacks and heels
you ever thought of how it feels,
every day to walk the street
filled with all your smelly feet?

Big toes, little toes, all inbetween
I must admit, I've never been keen
heels and soles are just as bad
the life of a shoe is really sad

We walk down streets of cobbled stones,
some walk up carpets to big thrones!
But trainers have the awfullest deal
trudging around on muddy fields

We're rubbed and polished 'til we shine,
"Your shoes are great, but look at mine!"
Until one day we fall apart,
then we're thrown onto the dustbin cart

And so you see the life of shoes
is not so great, we always lose
so give a thought to your trusty pair
next time you leave them out to air.


I wrote this poem a few years ago when I wondered if it were possible to write a poem about anything. I looked around my room for an object to write about and my shoe rack caught my attention. It turns out that not only can you write a poem about practically anything - it can be fun too!!