I don’t like old shoes,
The kind that make my feet hurt
Even before I
Put them on – crusty old souls
That have hung on for too long.

New shoes are bad, too.
Ones like the fancy Reeboks
I got last April
You could see them in the dark
It was just embarrassing.

I want a new pair
Of old shoes – anonymous
Yet comfortable.
They would only last a week.
And they would probably be brown.


About Andrew Kreider

I'm a poet and musician,transplanted from London, England to beautiful northern Indiana. By day I am a stay-at-home dad with our three kids while my amazingly talented spouse conquers medical school one long shift at a time. At night, I'm a performer and trouble-maker. I love my life.

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