In silent corners they wait, patient and bold,
Stories carved in leather, tales they hold.
Beneath the laces, whispers of journeys past,
Each step a memory, forever to last.

Through rain and sun, they tread the earth,
Bearing witness to moments of joy and mirth.
In their creases, laughter and tears reside,
Silent companions on life’s winding ride.

From bustling streets to fields afar,
They carry dreams like a guiding star.
With every stride, they speak of hope,
Boundless horizons where spirits elope.

So let us honor these humble guides,
With every step, where our heart resides.
For shoes, dear friend, are more than attire,
They lead us forward, fueled by desire.