Old Shoe

Cobbles I travel and cobbled I am.
You ask "Who am I, and how have I been?",
My soul has worn thin.
My travels are far and weighted,
Heavy is the tongue that's bound and dated.
Fragile are my soft and fleshy sides,
Stretched by years of miser pride.
I'm not spiritual by nature yet Holy,
So I continue the righteous path slowly.
I am dirty and dingy and covered in soot,
Since my birth my death has been afoot.
But here I am still around,
Until a better fit is found.
Cobbles I travel and cobbled I am.