Ode to My Dirty Old Sneakers

My sneakers like to smile, 

Their lips seem to tease,

“It’s been a while.

Put on music,

Be at ease.”

Those dirty old things,

They taught me my footing,

They taught me to count beats,

Tap here, tap there,

They taught me to dance,

Arm here, arm there.

They taught me to prance,

They taught to let go of my fears

And my worries,

They taught me to be



This poem is about: 
Our world


Need to talk?

If you ever need help or support, we trust CrisisTextline.org for people dealing with depression. Text HOME to 741741