These shoes

These shoes accompanied me through the hardest longest trips…and I trust them like I trust a dog who loves me…like I trust a healthy liver working all the stuff silently with no complaints…it remembers me of a story a senior told us once when we were undergraduate, he told us that the liver and heart are like two wives for the same man, the heart is the young beautiful woman who don't work too much and if her nails broken she will start crying and everybody will go running for her aid, while the liver is the old not that beautiful lady who works day and night, hold the house on her head, and never complaint of her pains…but if a disease got her, all the house will crush down….
So I quit my stylish new shoes I bought before some months and took the old shoes which I bought in 2004 or 2005 I can not remember. When I tried to find job outside Iraq…I took those shoes with me and it rained on it daily…it beard my increasing weight while I wait in airports and car stations…it took me to places I never thought I would reach…and when I came back to Iraq I just put it over my closet…forgot it…when I got to go to travel again…I searched for it and found it….I was sad about the neglect it got from me…I thought he/she/it (the shoe) is upset about my neglect and a cleaning and polishing will not make it/him/her feel better…so…I took it with all its soils of old times and travels and went wolking fast….does he/she/it deserve a kiss?