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The Shoes Of A Cobbler
‘twas plebeian at best,
The life of a cobbler.
His office sprawled over the cobble stones.
Sunrise and sundown,
The work of a cobbler.
His hands busy at some gentleman’s feet.
Shine my shoes and mend the buckle
A ha’penny he shall earn.
‘neath the cloudless cruel heavens
His furrowed brow shall burn.
Penny by penny, he gathers his fortune
For tomorrow he does yearn.
Up and above, in and out,
The needle of a cobbler.
His hurt sown deep in the fabric of the universe.
‘tis forlorn to perceive,
The mind of a cobbler.