Running Shoes

I hug your feet snugly,

providing comfort

and safety from the road,

rocks, the water,

and mud.

With you

I am free,

alive.

We race over every terrain,

exploring new places.

Nomads.

Vagabonds.

I am your most selfless

servant and friend.

Taking every blow

directed

at your tender feet.

But today

my tread is worn.

My cushion,

bare.

My sole broken

in service to you.

Now I am thrown into the garbage heap.

Accompanied by

the other refuse of your extravagant life.

-The Poet of Windy Blue