Battered Old Shoes

More often than not, we stick with what we already have that is familiar and known to us. We would rather have something that we have always had instead of trying something new. We take solace in our comfort zones instead of venturing into the unknown. 

There was an old woman,
Who had a pair of shoes,
They were torn and tattered,
But it was the only pair she used.

There were a beautiful shade of purple,
Or they used to be,
Its beauty was never lost,
But the colour faded over the years.

She has had it for years,
Unable to part with them,
When they fall apart,
She pieces it back together part by part.

They were not expensive,
Nor were they of spectacular quality.
But it was something she held dear,
No matter what people thought of her.

She knew there were other choice of footwear,
Ones that will not make people give her looks of despair,
But she couldn't bear to part with them,
So the shoes will stay with her till the end.

- JN
11.30am, 8/9/2016 (Thursday)
Home, Kelana Jaya


JN is the one who doesn't take chances, but she's working on that. She's powering through life, one day at a time. Even with all that life throws her, you'll always see her with a smile. She's a hopeless romantic, hopeless beyond repair. You may say she's a dreamer, but she's got her feet on the ground.

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