A simple poem about my shoe.

The crumpled feel of my leggings in my shoe,

One leg’s fine, but the other’s askew.

Next to interupt, the pebble under my soul,

Another object hidering my goal.

A relaxing walk is all i request,

These unwelcome distractions put my nerves to the test.

This is the 6th time I’ve stopped to rest,

Straightening my leggings….

Ignoring the pebble to the best of my ability,

Trying to regain some of my morning traquility.

I’m in one of those slow walking moods today,

One of those people stood in your way.

Walking at the pace of a slug or a snail,

My head in my blog, sharing with you this tale.


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