Memories In My Old Shoes Poem by Curtis Mosby

If you see the sole of my soul it will tell you
where I have been.
Against all odds I walk fearless with the wind.
No socks I handle the rocks unlike stones.
Alone my bones shiver in the blistering cold
outside home.
Life is old for a young man trying to smile at the
sun.
Only mark my tears on the concrete holding a mother
son.
In the fields over the hills escaping pain is a
everyday job.
I look down and see the holes similar to this world.
What a place missing a face such as a smile
from a little girl.
I shall never forget my first pair it bring me back
there.
When all was lost I believe in faith.
That in time a day would come for no more blues.
Though I survive, I can't forget the memories in my
old shoes.