Walking Through the Years

Twinkle twinkle little toes
Soft shoes to keep from cold

Patent leather shiny black
Hear me coming, clack, clack, clack

Then quiet demeanor I remember
Mary Jane’s were soft and tender

The 60’s came, we turned a corner
Fears in me became the stronger

Black, white bucks were hard and bold
Go Go boots, stark and cold

One day I read of sandaled feet
That traveled on this earth to meet

All of us who’s feet were tired
Of covering up the path they mired

He washed me clean, t’was like a flood
No soap and towel, He used His blood

Today no matter the shoes I wear
My steps have purpose to declare

It’s not the shoes that make you whole
But the one who’s home is in your soul

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Prompt is A closet full of shoes. What comes to mind when you think of shoes?

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