The Grime of Shoes
The grime of shoes can bring someone a prize,
along with hands that serve orphans and poor.
Examined dust, that walked the narrow way,
disregarding themselves, loved to their core.
But, selfish feet are caked, forevermore,
having poured drinks until the break of day,
can’t make it to one’s bed, sleeping on floor.
The grime of shoes gathers offals and flies.
Copyright © Kim Rodrigues | Year Posted 2024
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