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The child who walked next to his shoes
With his shoes on,
He walked bare footed.
As his trust he placed on those shoes
To shelter his feet,
But still toes would peep.
His tears rained,
Most and always they stood for his cry.
Poverty obscured him from most,
Even so still his will stood pure.
His faith, loyalty and integrity stood firm.
His skin’, pale, and on his face cracks were no strangers.
His sweat wasn’t faint,
But best it was poked by his work.
Before the eyes of the rich,
His life was comedy.
He was a shame before those supposed to be his friends,
Most would not bare his dirt,
But that was then.
The wheal turned,
Above all he stood tall.
Later most would beg on him,
The child who walked next to his shoes
17/01/2015
BY MR S ZULU
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