The Life of Chuck Taylor

I remember the day I got them

dapper shiny and  new

the khaki chuck taylors

so perfect to go with every outfit

I see them now wedged into the back of my closet

stuffed in a box buried deep

unable to escape

gasping for air

The canvas is dirty and dark with the stains of mud

The bottoms are paper thin like stretched skin

The side has worn spots

cracked and torn  like worm-eaten decay

they taint the entire being of the shoes

The shoes will remain in the closet terminally

but from my wardrobe will spring forth a new pair

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