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I glance at the cobbler mending
Shoes, seated on the wayside
A business of very small investment
And meager turnover, yet....
Age has passed him by,
He too must have a family to support?
Or perhaps he was a loner.......
Who had not in youth found time
Or convenience to saddle himself
To added pressures........
Yet, his work showed expertise
Workman ship was deft.....
Guess, he is a trades man
Who simply was lost in time
To unpolished finish.....
Unnoticed by madam Luck
And Mr Opportunity he,
Drunk in his situations petty worries
Must have missed to notice en route.....
What ever this grand old wrinkled brown
Fee bled by tryst with reality
Was briskly giving the finishing touches
Then as he held the pair at distance to view
I saw the twinkle in the eyes! !
Why, he prided himself for his craftsmanship.
His Beaming smile..........
Brought an answering smile
To my lips!
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malini kadir
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