Cold and Shoeless

Cold and Shoe less On the cold and wet pavement. On a misty and drizzly winter’s morn. Crossing the intersection in clear view, was a gentleman without socks or shoes. Immediately I knew, though I did not know how, that I was not going to allow that scene to continue. Therefore, when the light turned green, I rushed to cut him off at the nearest driveway. I stopped as he approached in front of me and asked, “Where are your shoes?” His reply was, “Someone stole My shoes”. From my vehicle, I asked him to come to me. By the time he reached my vehicle, I had pulled off my shoes. When he reached my door, I said to him, “Here are your shoes.” I returned home, parked in my driveway, and walked barefooted to the side door of my garage. Now I was walking shoe less about 25 feet; and every step was wet and cold. For just a little while, I identified with my shoe less friend on the street; and I was very pleased that I shared my warm shoes with him. 11102015 PS Contest, Any Poem #37 by Poet Destroyer A cj11102015