My favourite shoes stand by the front door,
waiting like a pet dog to see if they´ll get to go out today.
They watch the children come and go,
they watch visitors come and go but they only catch a glimpse of the postman,
or anyone else I don´t like who doesn´t get further than the doorstep.
They´ve been around, my shoes,
to Australia and back, to Africa and back, to Italy and back,
to marraige and back, to hell and back.
They are comfortable and worn in, I can rely on them 100%.
We have a lot in common, my shoes and I,
we are not the most beautiful but we are spontaneous,
ready for anything life throws at us.
We don´t stand out in a crowd at first, but give us a while and you will see.
We are not young and fashionable,
we are older and have a few wrinkles to show for it.
I wonder what else we will experience, my shoes and I,
in this amazing, wonderful, "if the shoe fits wear it" life?