When shoes are old you may well whine;
better advice: the shoes to shine.
Then feet up, barbecue and dine
with one or two glasses of wine.
Putting your feet in my old shoes
can make you feel my every bruise
and understand what blow my fuse,
see when I don’t have much to lose.
But rather would I like to win,
know where I stand in my own skin.
Only then can I begin
to feel proud and keep up my chin.
