Slack tongue, loose laces, eyelets frayed and torn,
fabric faded, ripped in toe, rubber scuffed and worn.
My sneakers beckon to me
Come be a child again!
If I’d only put those sneakers on,
I might forget the age I’m in.
The painting of these yellow sneakers was part of a calendar I had a long time ago and I loved it so I tucked it away, saving it for something. Well now it has become the first page of my OLW notebook for this year and inspired this poem.