These shoes, once polished, now worn thin,
Tell tales of travels, joys and kin.
Miles of memories, etched on the sole,
A map of moments, forever whole.

Their laces frayed, their heels worn low,
Reflect the weight of journeys to and fro.
From dusty trails to city streets,
They've carried me through life's varied beats.

Scuffs and scratches, stories untold,
Of laughter, tears, and moments bold.
The creaky leather, soft and weak,
Echoes whispers of struggles to speak.
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