Old Shoes
Old shoes old shoes I thought you were dead
Beside the wooden door there you rest
You were ignored, shunned and treated like a rat
You lived in many cities
You witnessed many conflicts
Green, black, checkered or white
Old shoes you bring back forgotten memories
The future looks grey
Do we live for the moment?
The dead will remain dead
Old shoes you shall live again
Hands wrinkled from the scrubbing
The cleaning the bleaching the sweating
Restoration is an art like everything else
Do I do it exceptionally well?
A miracle, a recovery, old shoes you are clean!
Not as pure as a newborn baby but old shoes smile again
Dog-eaten up shoes my lovers I grieve for you
Shoes like cats can die nine times
Old shoes old shoes let's start afresh again