From Soles To Souls

Yesterday I saw my worn out sole The blue shoe has been housed in a bag of dust for long I packed it like an old gift And followed the path to the cobbler But times have changed Mr old lanky cobbler no longer mend soles 'I have a new calling', he told me in his cracking voice 'Soles no longer feed my pocket' 'I'm now in the business of harvesting souls' 'It is a heavenly calling, which my pocket whispered to me' He took me to his old workshop And I saw the new renovation Rosaries now sit on the wooden wall threads once adorned Battered shoes and abandoned bags no longer lay on the ground My old cobbler no longer work on soles He is now a man who hearkened to the voice of his pocket Once a sole mender, now a soul harvester