The shoe

If can only you ask
and answers to questions have
then we’ll understand the shoe
the awkward looking slope
of its dying sole.

Always he had been
A humble servant to his master
Wherever he wished, to places
Wherever he needed to be
His life he gained
The moment one freed him from
The enclosed walled store
To form part of his domain
A part of his body
A servant of the noble feet.

All he saw:
the rich and their lascivious spending,
on parties and celebrations he saw,
on VIP seats he sat and danced
with the famous and well-known,
the most beautiful and handsome,
those whose words either stood
for or against the world.

His appearances on the scenes
described and maintained the status
of his master to the world if he came
sparkling white with the rays of the sun.
unlike those who fell on different soil,
had to breathe in the stale smell and foul
odour from rotten poor feet,
had to get squeezed by heavy and fat feet,
supporting a body like it on top .

several days it could stay
without polish or ordinary brush’s caressing
on its soft and gentle skin.
Who will believe his story
In homes where his passage is through
The droppings of food and animals left
Scattered around, and left to rot;
In places where his wounds
stayed for years without stitches,
No matter how deep they may be.

So if can only you ask
and answers to questions have
then you’ll understand the shoe
the awkward looking slope
of its dying sole.