by Christopher Welsch

Created on: October 07, 2009

Shoe Repair is a Lost Ability

A guy and gal had been lonely talking
Both minds quickly combined together
For mating proof, they planned a trekking
Sensing their new love was beckoning

However, crystal balls provided nothing
About healthy peaks with windy weather

When each one desired to feel near
A summit of further, higher destination
When they paced in much misdirection
While voyaging against any hesitation
Each face started fading and tearing
Despite attempts of their innate caring

Slowed strolls created soles with fear
Mostly after passing elevated knolls
Hopeful futures seemed lost forever
Pain reaching only our feet and souls
Brains drained of thought in nowhere
Then, he stopped to rest somewhere
Notably seeing stained roads red

Each frail body strongly ached and bled
She still refused to say, "I'm harmed, bye"
"We'll be fine," she thoughtlessly replied
Then, he forgot each old, depressed sigh
Shoe repairmen are surely more than dead

After broken years dreadfully passed
As distances appeared mostly vast
This moon-like sojourn grew too tough
Our beaten journey turned too rough
He believed shoes were obsolete
And her deceit was nearly complete
When he finally felt he hurt enough

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