Beneath the skies both gray and blue,
They carry dreams, both old and new.
With every step, a story they weave,
In quiet nights and bustling eves.

They march through rain and blazing sun,
Through tears of joy and battles won.
The paths they tread, both rough and smooth,
Hold whispers of a life in truth.

Worn soles tell tales of distant lands,
Of fleeting time, like shifting sands.
In every crease, a memory stored,
Of laughter shared, and love adored.

Though tattered now, with scars to show,
They speak of places we will go.
For shoes, like souls, endure the wear,
And find their strength in journeys shared.