Cobbler on the Street

Cobbler on the street Fixing the shoeI wore on my feetHe saysIt’s the soul that’s separatedFrom the worn out hideI asked If it can be mendedCan it be stitched backTo the way, it was beforeHe checked itInside outFeeling the textureGauging the damageIt’s been trampledUsed and abusedWorn in the mannerSo very irresponsibly Yet he said, heContinue reading “Cobbler on the Street”