Aging Shoes Poem by Nicolas 'Kokonutz' Kokonas

These aging shoes seem to follow me wherever I try and flee
but even when I got rid of those old and rugged,
weathered,
tethered,
and
decomposing
entities,
The new shoes started ageing immediately

But maybe that’s growing up and old?

New shoes to get old with me
Some company for days of misery.
So I set my shoes free
High up on the power lines so they can grow old with out me

Now I only travel in bare feet
Vowing never to let a pair of shoes outlive me