Worn Out

I am sad that my much-loved house slippers fell apart this morning. I've worn these shoes, as I shuffle around our homes, since we lived in Vietnam.

"In this abundant earth no doubt
Is little room for things worn out:
Disdain them, break them, throw them by!
And if before the days grew rough
We once were lov'd, us'd -- well enough,
I think, we've far'd, my heart and I."
~ Elizabeth Barrett Browning