The room is dark and gloomy

It’s quiet and lonely here

If it weren’t for occasional light

I’d probably be in fear

. 

All around stand shoes and fancy boots

Though the slippers must be the best

They get chosen nearly every time

Returned only for an overnight rest

. 

I remember dimly, a time past

When I lived in a place of light

There were people coming and going

It was such an exciting sight

.

I stood in a line with the others

Even sometimes held for awhile

People remarked on my strength

Although few liked my shape or style

.

When I arrived in my new home

I thought I would have so much to see

But after I was introduced to the others

There seemed no more time for me

. 

I hear the wardrobe door opening

Once more I prepare to be ignored

With surprise, I find I’m lifted out

At last – it’s my turn to explore

. 

The rain has been falling hard

The ground is as wet as can be

Slippers, and shoes, so comfy and fine

Could never replace – practical me!

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