I was walking in a straight line,
When suddenly my leg twisted
And my shoe broke its spine
I stumbled but my balance soon I retained,
Only my beautiful shoe had lost its design
I saw a cobbler’s shop so nearby
It’s just round the corner I thought;
but when I approached, I saw none,
So, I thought maybe he’d gone for lunch.
I waited there to mend my shoes,
When a little boy I saw rushing towards the booth:
He looked famished and his clothes were altered,
And he looked no more than just a decade old.
Yes, how may I serve you he asked,
My ears astonished and my heart dropped,
He was too a young boy just like me;
The future of the nation on that street
My shoes he mended
It cost me a sum,
But in disguise a lesson surely I’d had learnt.
How privileged I was, yet how ungrateful I’d been
If he could work on streets,
why couldn’t I just wash some dish?
And so I pray for him and I pray for me.
Based on true experiences.
Not much explanation or caption on this post, but I’d jus like to say, Maybe give it a thought.
Until next time! See ya 🙂