A poem sent to me by mother, which is fitting given how much she and I really enjoy ourselves some good shoe shopping (although to be fair that’s about 80% “the company we have” and 20% “the shoes we find”)
(maybe 70/30)
Shoe Magic by Nikki Grimes
The shoe rack
is stacked
with promise,
With dreams
waiting
to wake.
What you do
where you go,
who you grow
Up to be
depends on
The steps you take
InnerTeub 
I love it! “With dreams waiting to wake” – great line.