New Shoes
Otherwise in my life
New shoes equate joy.
The spirits they lift, the wallet they deplete
Nevertheless, I'm like a child with a new toy.
This week I've discovered
A lesson long-told
For me it's had to be repeated
Ten--nay, one-hundred fold
It's a tale of new sneakers
A pair determined to ruin
My gait, my arches, my back
Of late.
So it's with some trepidation
That I lace them back up again
I've no one to blame but myself
for a week spent recovering's lost gain--
Twelve slow miles on new shoes equates
Not joy,
But a foam roller--
Guess that's my new new toy.
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