Ode to Docs

I wore my Docs to a meeting today and recalled a poem that I wrote some years ago to an, earlier, shiny black pair.
 
Looking down at my Doc Martens,
I see lifewrinkles.
Footpounding shaped that shoescape,
each crease a memory,
each layer of polished patina a chronicle 
in a unique life narrative
played out in gleaming shoe leather.
 
My reflected face, agecreased and shiny,
smiles up from my feet
and smiles back again.
Lifepounding shaped that facescape;
facewrinkle,
historycrease,
lifestory,
chiseled in crags of leather and skin.