Shoes, everywhere—
For the small and the large,
For summer suns and winter winds,
Boots that rise, boots that fall,
Sandals of rubber, slippers of leather.
For millions of souls,
For every pair of feet,
Walking or still—it makes no difference.
If shoes exist for everyone,
Then so do paths,
Countless roads waiting.
Once, I had so few shoes,
So few places to go—
Yet I wandered far,
I was young.
Now, my closet is full,
Destinations are endless,
Yet I don’t move.
The tags still dangle
From my dancing shoes.
If you are alive—travel.
If your feet still stir—dance.
Even in your living room,
Let them wear thin.
For we are human.
We live.
We love.
We walk.
So rise—
Dance.
And always,
Always—
Keep walking.
Beril Yabar
