Ragtag Daily Prompt Thursday: Tangled Shoelaces

Tied tight together or under the desk
left in the dark closet to sleep perhaps

The old gray shoes that lay quietly now
like an old Trumpet that used to play Taps

But never outspoken
nor under the weather
my tangled shoelaces
like my old comfy sweater

©2021 CBialczak Poetry

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