#PathsWalked

Old, weary soles rest by the door,
They’ve walked a lifetime, traveled before,
Through hills and valleys, sunshine, and rain,
Bearing the weight of joy and pain.

Grandpa sighs, his eyes aglow,
Watching his grandson, eager to grow,
To walk his own path, bold and free,
Unburdened by the past he cannot see.

"These shoes have stories,"
Grandpa says low,
"Of places I’ve been, of...