My Shoes
I met a man with hollow eyes,
An empty stare at best.
"Wherever you've been wasn't wise,
Step down and be my guest."
He told a tale of love gone wrong,
Or "over done" by ruse.
A love that had gone on too long
Because he lost "my shoes".
He'd met a gal down south of here
Who made love night and day.
She hid his shoes mostly from fear
She couldn't make him stay.
He became a shell of a man
As the love fest went on.
"I'll find my shoes and leave this land,
By daylight I'll be gone!"
He had to wrap his feet in rags -
He never found "my shoes".
So here he sat with eyes with bags,
Tryin' to shake the blues.
I said I guessed he'd move along -
Her love he'd just refuse.
He said that I had just guessed wrong,
He just needed more shoes.
August 26, 2016
For Contest My Shoes
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