Polish me twice,
Shine – shroud for a broken shoe.
Dump me on next pay-check,
Bid me adieu.
Patched sole hides,
Holding the stitches tight.
Tattered, broken; yet smiling,
I sympathize with your plight.
Feet sob often,
Incessantly complaining to me.
Why can’t you end?
…Its naked odyssey.
Throw me on next pay-check,
You deserve a new pair.
Don’t hold onto your misery,
Now even I’m beyond repair.
Four bucks you earn,
Aren’t enough for feeding two.
I ponder, My Master!
How would you buy a new shoe.
