On the retirement of my shoe

Thank you my black shoe
These 7 years of service.
Designer holes on the sides
Breathing summer airs to feet.
Now scaly, the sloughs of time.
Leather latches are loose now
Pitiable clasp of old self.
Bucket holes in the soles
Despite many visits to doctors of shoes.
Ample halls of academia
You have plied.
Many calico socks
You have flaired
Albeit, for social mischiefs
In spite of little daughter's frown
On your age
Can I rest you
With the mathematics of nostalgia,
My bountiful memories of gratitude?
Life can be hard and empty
But you make it pleasant
To tread on its face.