Shoes

Through mud and sand,

snow and sleet;

you've carried me

taking care of my feet.

In pinks, blues;

in many different hues.

You can make or break an outfit,

you can make me feel good.

Sometimes I see you,

sitting pretty in a store.

I can't help but walk in,

to buy you and more.

But, my friend, I'm afraid;

will this passion fade, as I grow.

Will I remember your feel,

your leather, your sole.

But for now we'll rest easy,

there's a long way till then.

I guess I could stop buying shoes,

but I might just go insane!