‘nick's Soulless Shoe' - Poem by C.F Francis
The past cannot be modified no more.
Like an old sole burden with the long
Roads behind and ahead…
Is it true that it's no more? Broken? Turned?
But there is always just one.
One that tries their best to glue it-
Glue something that is broken?
Forgotten and broken his sole is…
No longer enlist in the life ahead.
But mocked the man who walked bare
With sole less shoe.
For it is his foot step you follow
And Judge by the maker-
Mocked the man who walked bare
With soulless shoe with blisters
Oh, poor Nick's sole could never
Be taped, stapled or gummed.
His shoe wandered like shaft.
Drifting in the evening breeze with anger
Drifting in the now helpless place where it
Will remain and wait…till then.
Waiting for the then to come.
Waiting for his soulless shoe will be trashed
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