Someday

He, obediently, kneeled down As I beg him, to tie, my trainers Today is my first day, to round Outside, to join world’s travelers My new sneakers is cheap, and It has no name, but, I do love it For it was a labor, of his hand To suit the need, of tender feet As he was tying the white laces I smelled his blood, its affection How it has warmed, more faces The backbones of a great nation I do have his heart and his mind I do have his looks and his smiles Not his fame, but his name, I bind An inspiration, to reach the miles Before I could show my first step I’ve decided to follow the provider To have hands, a rough one, yet Caring, like his, of a loving father