Today’s word is “ancient.”
Write a post using that word. It can be prose, poetry, fiction, non-fiction. It can be any length. It can be just a picture or a drawing if you want. No holds barred, so to speak.
Will I Survive to be Ancient? ©
there is black grime embedded on my toe cap
My frayed, broken eyelets, and pieced laces
are knotted tightly, held fragile in some places.
My quarter dog- eared in the back is so slacked
with tired leather, it’s brittle and split, my cracked
tongue is so twisted out of shape and torn.
She makes me feel so ancient and abused when I’m worn.
My poor insole is broken down to clumpy pieces
so my heels are unevenly worn , my side releases.
Clearly issues with my owners stride, but she wore
me until there were large holes in my soles, I abhor
her! She wore me in the rain and made my leather soggy
like an overcooked stew. Eww… I smell like a wet doggy.
I have more broken stitches here than there
Oh the woes of my life, I’m a sad shoe in despair.