The Other SlipperAbandoned
in the prime of my life!
Dropped!
Separated from my mate!
She-Who-Wore-Me
liked me well enough
while dancing.
Then she dropped me!
He-Who-Picked-Me-Up
cherished me at first.
Now, I, who was made for
small feet, must suffer.
Each day, a tougher trial.
Heavy, ugly, big feet
pushing down on my very sole!
Oh! I shuffle with pain!
Oh!I shudder silently!
The threat of shattering!
Oh! The strain on a shoe!
Why? I demand to know why!
When will he search for my mate?
When will we step together again?
in the prime of my life!
Dropped!
Separated from my mate!
She-Who-Wore-Me
liked me well enough
while dancing.
Then she dropped me!
He-Who-Picked-Me-Up
cherished me at first.
Now, I, who was made for
small feet, must suffer.
Each day, a tougher trial.
Heavy, ugly, big feet
pushing down on my very sole!
Oh! I shuffle with pain!
Oh!I shudder silently!
The threat of shattering!
Oh! The strain on a shoe!
Why? I demand to know why!
When will he search for my mate?
When will we step together again?
The Last Poem will be: Father's Peace
2 comments:
This was my favorite I think.
Very cool :)
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