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.

Similar Posts

  • The Deep

    Written in 1983. You see an apple. I see knowledge of a million years. You see a circle. I see life, death and rebirth. Why do two people see so differently? What makes one person see surface, while another sees depth? May this be a reason for war? Which insight is right? No one can…

  • I Stand Alone

    This was written May 18, 1984. I stand alone, as I always will. Friends come and go, but all the while I stand alone. Just a molecule of air, am I, tossed about by the wind. I see, and know,           and love                others but they go and I see, know and love                more. Always there…

  • Modern Day Prometheus

    Written Feb. 24, 1992. High upon a mountain my heart waits for you chained to a rock      like Faye awaiting Kong Then they come picking and rending pieces of my heart They fly away      like vultures      with bits of Promethean liver      hanging from their mouths I endure      For how can I not? Like a modern…