Shoes
a beaten pair of brown leather shoes
trods gingerly along a cracked and dry dirt road.
dust mingles with the worn travelers,
their sun-stained yellow stitches sneaking quietly from their soles.
the earth sems to embrace them with each step
as their rhythm relates a story
like pebbles sleeping in a stream
their journey has long since smoothed the rough edges,
as journeys will often do.
the path wears eagerly at the shoes,
they become scratched and coarse along the way.
the days fade them to a wizened shine,
yet time softens even these tired nomads.
and as the road is walked rough edges become smoothed;
we become scratched and coarse along the way,
yet softened and humbled by the path we choose.