Old Jeans/New Shoes

old jeans and new shoesAnother poem written during my creative writing special course. My teacher liked it, but now that I read it I know it needs some work.

New jeans are nice,
but old jeans are better.
Old shoes are nice,
but new shoes are better.
Why do they insist on
new jeans and old shoes,
When anyone knows that
old jeans and new shoes are better?
Old jeans are like Home.
They are a jump in Fall leaves,
A walk in a Spring park.
New Shoes are electrifying!
They are an adventure,
a leap through the air.
Together they exhilarate life.
You are safe and sound;
you can paramount any problem.
You are protected.
New jeans are False.
They cover up the Truth.
They lie.
Old shoes are dead.
They wreak of old lies.
They cheat you of rights.
Together they are war.
They explode in your face.
They steal behind backs.
They are dangerous.
So what to decide?
The choice is yours.

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