Farewell to thee, old poor sandals.
You've been with me for more than three years.
In my first journeys you were my feet.
Now rest, you are so torn.
Your skin is ripping off.
Your straps are becoming useless.
Your color is becoming dull.
So I am replacing you.
But I shall not forget
Those unforgettable sojourns.
Those first dangerous trips,
Geographical and spiritual.
I am not replacing you because I hate you.
I love you and I want you to rest.
My feet will surely miss you.
(and this is one of my crazy poems.)