One Shoe
On the road to Timbuktu.
I met a man with just one shoe.
He smiled at me and bid me adieu.
I asked "whatever happened to your other Shoe"?
His reply was this" I gave it to a horse"."
He lost his running the course" I have little remorse"
Walking on the cobblestone. my barefoot all alone.
I must now hobble lopsided to the King's throne.
And at the King's throne I will get a new shoe.
And be on my way to Timbuktu.
And now really I must bid you adieu.
Copyright © Karen Murphy | Year Posted 2014
Post Comments
Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.
Please
Login
to post a comment