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I spent all my life,all my youth
all my years,all my days
Searching for the perfect shoes
Searching for myself

I raised some pennies,I raised some more,
I grew older,I grew wiser,
I found the perfect shoes,
Too perfect for my poor self

I counted all my pennies,
I spread them in my palm,
I tried to find the meaning
I tried,but not enough

They looked at me with teary eyes,
They begged for me to stay,
Instead I waved goodbye,
And looked the other way

I gave my pennies to a child,
I gave my youth to the wind,
I gave my life to the material,
I went to the grave naive.

I was just a man,alone
trying to find his way,
Searching for his perfect shoes,
Searching for himself

Reviews

[J. Write]

Brilliant poem expressed in a simple but meaningful way. Well done!

[Mandyy Reed]

Thank you so much.it means a lot.

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Wow that was so saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaad! D: Poor man. Beautiful poem! It was sad but still so nicely written. Awesome job woot woot! :)

[Jibey]

A pleasing parable of growing up and attaining wisdom... The simple style of each verse fits well with the simple moral message ...

[Starlit Dhrub]

well written!!!!!!!!!!! your views and opinions are very true!

[Coyote Poetry]

Shoes are very important. A good pair of shoes assist in a life. I enjoyed your tale. Sometimes we can be overcome with desire of things we do not need. I like the complete story in the poem. A strong ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote