House Shoes

 
 
I don't like slippers, round this house.
"They don't feel good," I always grouse.
"Those slippers make my feet contort.
I want footwear with arch support."

So, when I bought new outdoor shoes,
in colors black and brown and blue,
I dedicated shoes of grey
to keep our floors more clean all day.

"I won't be wearing these outside.
This awkward color would collide
with everything I like to wear."
But now, I pull out all my hair,

because I oft forget to change,
but feel myself exceeding strange,
with indoor shoes when off I go
to work or church or Home Depot.

So, now, I guess I must obtain
a dedicated outdoor brain.
But then I'd still be in a bind,
when I forget to change my mind.

Copyright ©2019, Paul H. Harder II
This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.