Tuesday, July 18, 2006
These shoes are made for walkin'
And that's just what they'll do
I haggled for them at the Repulse Bay market in Hong Kong.
They paced up to Zhaoqing in South China, only to be discarded at the end of the day for a foot massage.
They witnessed the tsunami-ridden shores of Phuket, Thailand.
They were relaxing when I took a business trip to Manila.
They were immersed in red clay and the pouring rain in the rice paddy hills of Northwest Vietnam.
They somehow made the walk in the scorching sun in Singapore bareable.
They sweated it out through the jungles of Taman Negara in Malaysia.
They helped me find my way carefully down the steep valley in Shikoku, Japan.
They saw the California sunshine.
They jogged through the Pennsylvania summer.
They were frostbitten by snow in Vermont.
And then travelled to England for leisurely strolls in the park.
They danced an Irish jig with hundreds of others in the Dublin streets.
They walked up the Acropolis and saw Athens from above.
They felt the cobblestones of Tallin's old town.
They hopped from one Budapest transit to another.
They stepped on the soft, rich soil of the farm house in Wicklow, Ireland.
They shopped around in the streets of Hamburg.
It is time to say good bye, my friend. You have taken me to so many places, and you were my sole companion who has seen as much as I have. May you rest in peace.
I haggled for them at the Repulse Bay market in Hong Kong.
They paced up to Zhaoqing in South China, only to be discarded at the end of the day for a foot massage.
They witnessed the tsunami-ridden shores of Phuket, Thailand.
They were relaxing when I took a business trip to Manila.
They were immersed in red clay and the pouring rain in the rice paddy hills of Northwest Vietnam.
They somehow made the walk in the scorching sun in Singapore bareable.
They sweated it out through the jungles of Taman Negara in Malaysia.
They helped me find my way carefully down the steep valley in Shikoku, Japan.
They saw the California sunshine.
They jogged through the Pennsylvania summer.
They were frostbitten by snow in Vermont.
And then travelled to England for leisurely strolls in the park.
They danced an Irish jig with hundreds of others in the Dublin streets.
They walked up the Acropolis and saw Athens from above.
They felt the cobblestones of Tallin's old town.
They hopped from one Budapest transit to another.
They stepped on the soft, rich soil of the farm house in Wicklow, Ireland.
They shopped around in the streets of Hamburg.
It is time to say good bye, my friend. You have taken me to so many places, and you were my sole companion who has seen as much as I have. May you rest in peace.
// posted by sakit @ 3:01 PM 
