Grandpa's Shoes

I miss the days when my soles were worn,

when they were filled with endless adventure.

Instead I am no longer worn,

but sitting lonesome

in a dark, empty closet.

I remember once walking on fresh pavement,

being glanced at and marveled over as many passed us by

Can someone tell me where has Grandpa been?

When will he come home?

If you see him tell him I say,

His once favorite shoes long to be worn again Someday.