Poetry

daddy’s shoes.

Experience made me promise never to write poems for a boy walking in his father’s shoes; he’s only pretending to be a man.
His feet are too small,
his legs too short to carry his back
& who wants a man with bad posture?
When playtime’s over he’ll take off daddy’s shoes and go back to being a boy –
mischievous and dirty.

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