Who will mourn for Adidas?

At times, this Lent Term seemed interminable. Then, it terminated too soon. In the last two weeks, I’ve seen: a lunar eclipse; the earliest print editions of Chaucer’s Troilus and Criseyde; the "Flood Tablet" (Gilgamesh) at the British Library; and Frank Kermode.
I’ve gotten a good deal of writing done (and so I have a good deal more rewriting to do). And I am so ready to go home for a few weeks. I catch a 2:30 a.m. bus to Gatwick then an 8:30 flight to Houston then XNA.
In sorting through what to take and what to leave, I realize that my walking shoes have done their time. I bought them originally to go to Rome. I just threw them away. I weep now. I wonder how many miles they’ve actually endured:
Farewell foot-homes / faithful toe-companions.
Her sind shoen laene/ and socks. . .
forget about it.