New Balance-Poem of the Week

Precious feet need comfort

Contours of old athletic shoes

Fitting perfectly

Aligning each toe and callous

Dirty sneakers with rubbed out leather

Crumbling to the touch

Uneven souls

Yet walking feels like a cloud

Sweated socks don’t bother me

Heels refuse to be aware of the ground

Miles ahead without crippling pain

Brave ankles skip rust

Arching toward a peace

Lacing gives me pause

Breaking in is out of reach

Money can’t fix the rigidness

Burning tightness screams

Projecting a negative future

Hollering hopelessness

Repairing old walking shoes

Keeps me sane

Forging ahead

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