~Shoe~

From the school 

until the grounds. 

Hanging out with friends, 

passing over the drains.

 We walk, 

we walk by our own feet.

Sometimes on the road or on the street. 

But of that person, people don't care. 

Who always stay with them, 

aren't they fair? 

Give a look at them,

how kind they're. 

They never complain to you,

even when you don't care.

When it gets very old, 

everyone throws them away.

 Remember those old memories, 

Which your shoes can say.