Shall I compare thee to a flattened tire?
Thou art as lovely and temperamental.
Rough winds, roads, and gravel did shake your soles,
This summer, the dog, his leash hath dragged me.
Sometimes too hot paved alleys melted you,
And often was my complexion undimmed;
And every fair street when weather declined,
By chance or dog’s changing course, his hair untrimmed;
Oh, the eternal summer has faded you,
Such that you’ve lost possession of that fair thou ow’st,
And shall bring death and rebirth in recycling,
When in eternal lines to new products thou grow’st.
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
No longer live these stinky, filthy sneakers that gave life to me
(because walking my grand-dog wearing these sneakers was my only form of aerobic exercise for the last six months).