Is there anything sadder than
the day
when you have no choice but to
throw away
that favorite pair of shoes
you really hate to lose?
Perhaps it's the day when the
evening news
at last makes you need to
revise your views
of leaders you approve,
who now should be removed.
Or the day when you learn you
have to move,
for new floodplain stats have
emerged to prove
the maps no longer true.
You don’t know what to do.
Well, now that I think, I'm not
all that blue
about the nuisance of a defunct
shoe.
I’ll toss those shoes today.
Yeah, that'll be okay.
Copyright ©2018, Paul H. Harder II
This poem is licensed under a Creative Commons
BY-NC-ND 4.0 License.
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