At a far corner
Underneath a dirty pile
Of shoes and slippers
They lay there unwanted

His nose reacted in disgust
Thumb and index finger
Held away the loathsome pair
They were falling apart

The design had crumbled
Like a tongue did the outsole hang
Holes upon holes adorned it
They were unusable

He had a mind to dispose
Off to the incinerator
Or to where the unwanted go
They only gathered dust

Memories of victories and loss flood
A convicted heart gave the pair away
To someone who cherishes them
They will race once again

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