There once was a blind man that, though his sight was fine, could not see
That the shoes he had, though old and worn, were faithful as can be
In spite of over-use and unfair misuse, they remained true
To weather the storms of life and risky terrains that were new
In the good times, the shoes were then -discarded and upgraded
For new shoes, presumably better and that could be afforded
Treated like movie stars despite their many mixed reviews
The blind man more blinded, to the limitations of his new shoes
In the tough times, these shoes faded to show their true colors
Disguised– to be major successes, designed– to be failures
And so, the new shoes fell apart, when they were most needed
The blind man, blinded to warning labels, that should have been heeded
Turning back to his old shoes that stood the test of time
Though his treatment of them was nothing short of a crime
These reliable old shoes that are rarely given the chance to shine
For a man who cannot see their worth, will always walk a fine line
© Copyrights 2008 A.K. Browne
