These sandals aren’t made for walking
They wobble to and fro.
They make me wiggle down the street
Every where I go.
It made the people laugh at me, and my
salty tears begin to flow.
I thought of the old women who lived in an
old shoe, with so many children it must of
seem like a zoo.
It made me laugh too, to think of her and that
old shoe. And how it must of wobble to and fro
just like me, with all those children tucked
I stopped and talked to these people who's laughter
flowed so freely, like water in a creek. And soon
I was laughing along.
Laugh and the world laughs with you, and cry and the
That when I notice the great opportunity that laid
before my very eyes.
I stopped for a second in time, and took a deep breath.
and let it out slowly.
I had an audience, what more could I ask for.
And we talk about my love of poetry and the great poem
my sandals would make.