Preserved Love

Looks like

A treasured gift preserved in one’s heart.

Sounds like the tiptoe

Of feet on wood

Over the years the  sound has changed.

A scrumpled up piece of cloth

Wrapped around one’s foot if worn and loved

The feeling is good.

A loved scuffed shoe

That represents my life,

Dirtied through age

And all through my life,

Up on my toes

They have helped me achieve

My goals through the years.

As I grow older, they grow smaller,

Yes, it is my red road to fame.