Some shoes go dancing
Every night.
Some shoes go living it up
Left and right.
Places with music playing.
Laughter and noise and wine.
Hundreds of shoes all swaying.
Not mine.
Some shoes take cruises
Far away
Their skies are tropical blue,
Never gray
Toes up against the railing,
Watching the water shine
Hundreds of shoes gone sailing…
Right now they’re off
Exploring
Some exotic street,
Champagne pouring
In the moonlight…
Now they’re dancing
Feet to feet…
I see them tiptoe lightly
Up a winding stair,
Slipped off nightly
In the darkness
Next to someone else’s pair…
You won’t catch my shoes
On the town
They’re sturdy, sensible things,
Basic brown.
Not ones to fly away in,
Dance or make love or cruise.
Wish I could spend one day in
Someone else’s shoes.
Lynn Ahrens, “Shoes” (music by Stephen Flaherty)