Shoes in the Charity Shop
They sit on the shelf, a collection of beige and brown, red and gold
No longer loved, no longer worn
Shoes that have not really lived yet
Their soles barely scratched and scraped
Why were they purchased? On a whim
For a party, worn once, then discarded
For a wedding, not taken place, or a dance
And who buys the ugly beige, dull and boring, shoes for rainy days and communty hall dinners
Buys them, then gives them away
Hoping another in need might make use of them
Second hand shoes, unloved, unwanted
They sit alone on teh shelf, in their pairs
Telling stories, waiting to be part of a story
Buy me, wear me, love me
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