We all have them,
clothes, shoes - whatevers,
hesitation has enshrined
in the "Maybe next year" vault.
Perhaps they will fit one day
in more than memories
that surround them.
We all have them,
pieces of yesterdays
any Road Show host
would ignore, yet,
we cherish them
drenched in daydreams.
We all love them,
shoes with the mud
of another day,
trapped in the crannies
of our souls ......
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