I Left My Old Shoe... Poem by Lyudmila Purgina

I left my old shoe - on old threshold...
I went to new - to new house, and gathered
The new shoes, new cloths, new features
On my face... I've gained - the richess...
The richness, wealth of the material world...
And diamonds were the glass for me, and gold
Was only the dream reflection
Of sunshine, glittering in its perfection...

I fell my old shoe - in the tremendous ocean,
Which looked like blue-green,
But then turned - to stormy one.
And blackish hues and waves
Overfilled my boat...

I am - without shoes...
How painful is to go -
Barefooted in the world of snow...