old shoes

In a way shoes are just like friends. They come new and sparkly, shining their personality, all bright, soft and smooth and ready to be there for you through tough hard, soft and playful or just horrible ground. You are the same way in return. You appreciate their new and friendly personality, thinking your friendship will never be the same, hope your friendship will grow with every small brown and muddy step. You cherish the shoes, you took time to save up for the shoes, you appreciate the shoes, you every now and then look back to that day when you first slipped that bright brown leather sole out that awful dull box, you think of the joy it gave you and how you hoped one day the shoe and you will one day come wonderful friends.
But then, the shoes start getting worn out or you have had the shoes for a long time. Either the friendship changes, the shoes grow old, they begin to sage and crinkle that smell of fresh leather and the feel is gone, or new and bright shoes come along, ones that are in tune with the latest styles, ones that are bright, colourful and happy, ones who draws in all the attention, not a single crack or crinkle to be seen. Are you going to hold on to your old shoes? The ones who have been through it all, the ones were every mark, scratch, dent tells a different and exciting tale. I try to do the best I can, because sometimes those shoes are my favourite, they know my life story, they have walk the same path, over every obstacle, challenge and has the engraves of my feet in its old, dull brown soles to show it. They are reliable and even though they don't always sparkle and shine, they still are my best shoes.
But maybe, a new friend is in order one that is young and not as experience one which still has to see what the worlds holds for it. It’s a sad thing to say but, my old friend, the one with the wrinkly tip, that looks like an old little lady, sitting there, the one who will always smile as my feet slip into the perfect mould, although