First Ballet Shoes

As I tip-toed and twirled on the shiny wooden floor,
I realised that my shoes had opened a new kind of door.
A door to dance, a door to laugh, a door to whisk my cares away,
A door where I could dance for hours each day.
The shiny black leather, now worn out and old,
I knew I would always remember what I was told.
The times when I used my first ballet shoes,
Made me compassionate, and always used to amuse.
These shoes were always part of my everyday classes,
Watching the years go by, every minute as it passes.
These shoes have won me medals and awards,
That has motivated me on, and towards.
As I still have my shoes, with me today,
They will always be a part of me, everywhere, every day.