Black shoes skid the floors, then your left with remorse.
Squeaking new shoes echo the halls, but feel good on balls of your feet.
Old shoes tell a story, from the first time you walk to school, to the time you broke the rules.
A shoe never fits a person in the same way, to the colors and to soul.
Black is for the business man, who carry a briefcase in his hand.
White is for a nurse who walks from room to room, giving out aid before the sick are consumed.
Pink is for the little girls with a pigtail and hold their heads high.
Brown is for the boys who throw rocks and have a dog walk along side.
~Lea DeJonge~