Old Shoes

The shoes I use are sensibly designed.
I haven’t fallen wearing them in years.
But there are some occasions I’m inclined
to shod myself in footwear that appears
less clunky – nothing chic – a look that veers
a little closer to suggesting grace,
electing to forsake the engineers.
Else why do I grant old shoes closet space?

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