Soles

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Soles

The shoes we wear on our feet
As we walk down the street on concrete
Whether it is grass, or snow,
or to wherever we want to go
They comfort us at the most unlikely times
On a bus, or on a plane, the shoes that
take us down memory lane
At the most vivid of occasions,
shoes have been there in our support
A business meting, job interview,
or trip to a resort
At times the shoes on our feet
have dealt us with great hands
A moment in time, or a time in chance

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Poetry is what is lost in translation.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

passjay’s Poems (48)

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Insomnia 0
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My Credo (Forgive me for my actions) 3
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A Little Ice Would Be Nice 1
The Good Times 1
My Fore Fathers 1