My shoes- a poem

I reach down and slip on my shoes,

At first start of my day.

Bed is made, my dog is fed,

We head out on our way.

AND so begins the tapestry

Of life before my eyes,

For everyone has thoughts they hear

As they go walking by.

THE children scuffle down the street,

While dreams are filled with toys.

The young love walking, hand in hand

Embracing all their joys.

THE parents watching babies,

As they hurry on the spot.

An older woman moves along

So deep in her own thoughts.

ME, I sit and watch the world

As it goes walking by.

Interrupted only when

The birds go flying by.

AND as I walk back home to see

My most familiar place,

I slip my shoes off with a smile

My heart is filled with grace.

Retm