Dingy laces
Faded canvas
Comes with every rare wash
And every adventure grand
That small hole in the side
Could possibly let in sand
Soles barely grip
A little water
Could mean a tiny slip
Soaks up rain from the bottom
Up in to my socks
Well worn shoes
Aged with frequent wear
Trade them in for a new pair
I almost would not dare
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