The black shoes were kept inside safe from dirt,
And I took them out along with a white shirt.
I was feeling lucky being chosen for a special event,
And all I wanted to present myself a bit decent.
I had spent three years with my black shoes,
And I spent on something worth I could choose.
The leather was still amazing without any mark.
I wish this pair of black shoes never lose that spark.
But, I wonder if itโs only a matter of quality or how a thing shall last?
Cause sometimes the heart also longs for some contrast.
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