Shoes

I'm told it's clothes that make a man
But shoes tell richer tales
My closet speaks of skills and plans
Far more than fabric bales

There's work-boots from my younger days
That gather dust beside
Tight climbing shoes all scratched and crazed
From falls and slips and slides

Two pairs of runners, one well worn
The other almost new
That see the road most every morn
While grass is still in dew

Some walking shoes for daily wear--
I sold my ailing car--
A pair of hikers also there
For trekking off afar

Dress leathers for the dating scene--
My dear, you look intriguin'--
And sheepskin slippers can be seen
Sure hope you're not a vegan

Some sandals for the beach and sun
Or paddling a canoe
Black soccer boots for grassy runs
Before a friendly brew

Clean runners for the court and gym
Unused while summer's high
Deck shoes to wear while sheets I trim
For sailing large or by

At last there's nothing--naked feet
Yours too, my dearest tart
Let's wear them tumbling for a treat
That needs no cobbler's art