Shuffling forward slowly
On cardboard fitted soles;
Rancid bits of leather
Held in place by weathered twine.
Shoes that tell a story
Of bitterness and pain.
On passing by
With head bent low,
Silent screams of sorrow
Pierce the air with every step.
Linda - This is hard-hitting. It's sharp, but graceful. Still, it's very hard. DC
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I see this in poignant pictures.