A sneaker crisis reigns

My old shoe lace has died

Removed the old shoe reins

Thread new pair through shoe eyes

And then my eyes behold

Old leather cracked and frayed

My sneakers have grown old

It's time to face shoe fade

But one more job awaits

Before old sneakers tossed

They walk green garden gaits

Until the next cold frost

And when last job is done

To garden they will go

And have a little fun

Shoe pot where flowers grow

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