The sneaker hung lifeless over the telephone wire.
No simple breeze could knock it down.
Its story seemed sad as it was shabby, worn and alone
and as far as the eye could see,
there was nothing else around.
Days, weeks, months passed by
The sneaker hung just as it had before
shabby, worn and alone
with memories of when it proudly sat-
new and cool on the shelf of the sneaker store.
Then one misty morn
it felt a tug on the wire,
and another sneaker hung beside it - oh what luck!
But before it could say anyhting,
it fell to the street
and was run over by a diesel truck.© Copyright · May, 01, 2016 · All Rights Reserved