I wonder if I'll wear
this shoe in the streets of refined;
Attend the ball not
with my leather, not with anything cheap.
For sure I will face
disparity from the humankind
For those who wear
such are less in the means of high worship:
Those in the paddy
fields where our white gold grows to let us live;
Those innocent souls
teasing each other in pure gladness
And the deserted old
man waiting for his time to leave
From this lowly earth
where your footwear measures your highness!
It is quite ominous to
understand this matter of life.
Is it really my
windfall of wearing not what they have?
Or these are knocks of
heart that the need of help is now rife,
At least these
brothers are our half, they also need our salve.
I
wonder if I'll wear someone else's invisible shoe,
Walk
with its sole hoping I wouldn't fall when I get into.
The Invisible Shoe
Tuesday,
May 14, 2013
10:29 AM
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