Your vans carry more miles than most

Rocky paths didn’t hinder your walk

A message behind each lace you tied

A story so clear theres no need to talk

Joy filled days in perfectly set sun rays

Are a given due to the creases and damage

The hue of a muddy field settled on your wear

On what was once a fresh and clear canvas

I can tell you are one of the runners

A jaw left open, closed by a grey sticky fix

Dirt crusted laces that hold to your foot real tight

In the danger of being tagged, they hold for dear life

Your reminder of these good days are on your feet

Fuzzy yellow bees and fluffy blades of grass,

always find a way to lift the lows and keep me pleased

Just don’t forget to double knot the laces.