
Do you have old shoes
Just waiting to be worn
To that special place or event
To be reborn?
My shoes are special
They were chosen for each outfit
Whether pants, shorts, or a dress
They all had to match
For that perfect look and fit
My cousin called one day
And said, “Uncle” had passed
He was miles away, and I had to pack
My shoes and the rest had to match
This occasion called for my gold flats
Before I left, I looked on my pc
To find flowers or a small tree
No florist to be found near Uncle’s town
So I decided I would stop
On the way, at the nearest flower shop
I found a big, pretty, colorful plant
When planted, the boys would see
All my efforts I made for their dad and family
This was a B Y O P event
“Bring your own plant”
Now, back to my shoes of gold
I made it thru the funeral
And walked to the gravesite
Then I noticed a piece of my sole
Could it be that big of a hole?
Please don’t break apart now
As I sat and talked to the family
My shoe got loose and felt floppy
It’s come apart—what do I do?
Just drag on like it is a shoe
We said goodbyes and with a limp
I made it to the car and began to strip
Goodbye shoes, thanks for all these years
You will be remembered for today’s fears!
Diane Harpole March 23, 2026