Upon the cobblestones they tread,
Stories whispered with each step,
Silent witnesses to paths unled,
In their soles, memories are kept.

Scuffed leather tells of distant lands,
Where dreams and reality blend,
Through rain and sun, they understand,
Every journey has an end.

Laces frayed, yet still they bind,
Holding fast through thick and thin,
In their embrace, we often find,
Comfort for the soul within.

Though worn and weary they may be,
Each mark a tale of where they’ve been,
In every stride, they set us free,
To wander far and back again.