Shuffling With My Shoes Poem by Charles M Moore
Shuffling With My Shoes
I've been looking for some time
I've been searching for some sign
walking down a lonely line
shuffling with my shoes
The grass is green along the road
the birds are singing songs they know
but I just wander as I go
shuffling with my shoes
People ignore me
they don't want to know me
a dirty old bum
with a bottle of rum
shuffling with my shoes
I may sleep in ditches
but I've got my riches
as I gaze at the stars
the moon and mars
shuffling with my shoes
The sun hits the horizon
my life ain't surprising
the older I get
the less I regret
shuffling with my shoes
Tomorrow's a new day
once again I'll be on my way
at break of dawn
I'll just soldier on
shuffling with my shoes.
I loved this - your compassion extends to all mankind, I think. Besides, it was just a great read. Your poetry is so lyrical, I'm just envious for a bit. Then grateful for the experience.
Nice flow and use of the rhymes and repeated lines. Sounds almost like a song. -chuck
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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And life goes on for everyone in different ways... Thanks for bringing lives that we don't think about much to life in your poetry, Charlie. You know, everyone was a baby once (do you know what I mean?) Esther : ]