My Shoes

I love my worn down, brown shoes.
My favourite boots I outgrew,
The leather worn down,
From the school playground,
The shoes hold more value than a tattoo.

The laces broken and frayed,
Now come to little to no aid.
I look down slowly,
My head hangs lowly,
For the price my shoes have paid.

Now too broken to wear,
Gone are my favourite footwear.
My brown shoes are lost,
Now to face the cost,
No other shoes can compare.