My Shoe

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Too large for the world, fits yet my feet
The way my toe strays, pauses and stays,
As stagnant as lazy water in unthirsty hole.
They may say that I’m too fast
And if slow; tongues will sure call me sluggard

Too small for the world and fits yet my feet
The circle your tongue rolled sounds awesome
And your attire blazes in sun accordance
O human! The truth of my soul; I love my shoe!
Though yours be covered with gold and has a sheen
I’ll neither touch nor force my feet in it

You said my swarthy face causes the night
I wonder if your fair face can light the day.
And if nature’s smell is my scent
You scent in artificial fragments
O let my shoe be for me, me for it!

I have heard your judgment of me;
You perfect and I a wretch of no perfection!?
Please mister! Let me wear my shoe
I adore it same as you adore yours!
My shoe, large or small, fits me well anyway!

Written by: Stephen Crown Gyet
Edited by: Kukogho Iruesiri Samson

Author: admin

I am a member of the WRR editorial team.


  1. Reply
    smilecalm says

    Enjoy reading of your compassion for yourself.

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