from afar i saw you
crumpled, mangled in the road
i barely knew you highway shoe
never heard the story you told
how you got there I do not know
brown, abandoned, and laceless
a speedbump in the traffic flow
commuters can be so graceless
is your mate covering a foot
while you lay on the road in state
once a proud strong leather boot
unknowing your inevitable, unfortunate fate
who did you know while you trod on the earth
Doctors Scholl and Martin, or maybe Buster Brown?
your Easy Spirit making room for extra wide girth
cushioning the heel as you strode around town?
your owner searches for you in his room
hopping around with one foot unshod
perhaps unaware of your horrific doom
eventually giving up with a discouraged nod
how many miles did you travel to and fro
what did you step in that needed a cleaning
what adventurous places did you reluctantly go
have you discovered your sole's deeper meaning
you are now just a speck in my rearview mirror
you'll be saved by a highwayman, part of a crew
picked up and set apart - you've nothing to fear
I will sorely miss you, lone brown highway shoe