there is a pair of old brown shoes
sitting ever by the door
no one wears them anymore .
an old brown coat
hangs collecting dust
on a coat hook brown with rust
no one wears it anymore .
the old fedora is there as well
it's brim somewhat tattered
put there above , because that mattered
no one wears it anymore .
In days gone past they would leave together on the old mans frame ,
The places they've been .
no one wears them anymore , more the pity , such a shame .
the sights once seen .
but no one wears them anymore
ever present by the door
ready for a next adventure rain or shine .
they were his armor in their time .
and there they wait for his return
which is never ought to be
he has left this world
his soul set free .
The things we wear and use and own
I think they miss us once we've gone .
About the Creator
Edwin Rosengren
I have been creating stories most of my life , but have never had a venue that I was comfortable with , which also had a significant audience . As a result most of my stories became amusement for myself only .
Here , I plan to change that .
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