In the quiet of dawn, the shoes awaken,
Laces tied, and soles ready to tread,
Through streets and alleys, paths forsaken,
Each step a story, each journey widespread.

The pavement whispers tales of old,
Of dreams and hopes, both lost and found,
With every stride, a life unfolds,
Echoes of solitude, without a sound.

Through rain and shine, they never tire,
Embracing the path with unyielding grace,
From morning’s light to evening’s fire,
They carry us through time and space.

When shadows fall and day is done,
The shoes rest, their journey complete,
Awaiting the rise of a new sun,
To tread again, where life and fate meet.