July 3rd, 2009


Old Shoes

Old shoes old shoes I thought you were dead
Beside the wooden door there you rest
You were ignored, shunned and treated like a rat

You lived in many cities
You witnessed many conflicts
Green, black, checkered or white
Old shoes you bring back forgotten memories

The future looks grey
Do we live for the moment?
The dead will remain dead
Old shoes you shall live again

Hands wrinkled from the scrubbing
The cleaning the bleaching the sweating
Restoration is an art like everything else
Do I do it exceptionally well?

A miracle, a recovery, old shoes you are clean!
Not as pure as a newborn baby but old shoes smile again

Dog-eaten up shoes my lovers I grieve for you
Shoes like cats can die nine times
Old shoes old shoes let's start afresh again