My funny pair of shoes

I have these funny pair of shoes who have been with me for a while. They have kicked balls, run in sand, and been subject to incessant leg crossing as I sit down. Now in their 8th year with me, almost half way through my life, they remain sturdy and strong. Or maybe only in frame.

No longer white. They glow an unusual yellow sheen. And on its side, a gaping hole appears like a crocodiles mouth stretches a jar. What should I do as I walk in rainy weather, to feel my socks drenched in brown mud. Hey. Atleast I do not feel stepping on anything sharp.