Poems Plus

Lost Shoes

I'm waiting for

the other shoe 

to drop.

I've lost so

many pairs 

already.

Some were

too tight

 from my school days,

too loose

from my dreaming phase, 

too fancy

for my humble ways. 

Some were 

just right,

and I 

miss them. 

I feel like 

I'm being 

buried

in a landfill 

of lost shoes. 

If I made 

a chain 

of laces, 

would life

pull me out 

or hang me

with it?