Resilient Memories Poem by Walani Ndhlovu

Take my shoes but leave their trucks
For I being old don't fit in them
But the resilient traces have stories to tell
And on me shall they eternally dwell
For they cost me time while shoes cost bucks

Those babish shoes that sparkle glittering light
Take them with you
But promise to leave their trucks onto the raps
Of my six sympathetic siblings who triggered my laughs
To shuffle my feet so I chase my cry of the night

Around that corner are dirty cleats
Whose trucks still lie on a bare soaked pitch
Onto which I played with pride
And made soccer my hobby, a blooming bride
That kept me out of trouble from the ghetto streets

Of course I can't forget the polished dress shoes
That had my feet click towards my crush
With whom I've loved for eight years
The carter of both my joy and tears
Just their marks depict the tales of what to thou shall be news

Age has worn them all but let it be
For despite their extinction with time
Their resilient traces have stories to tell
And on me shall they eternally dwell
Oh how wonderful to keep the memories of me