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Cement Shoes


These shoes are made out of cement.

I didn't know what that meant.

 

These shoes are heavy but hard to see.

They may never let you free.

 

Many people own a pair.

It is not a choice, it’s not fair.

 

No matter how much some try.

Some can't take them off so they cry.

 

Why do I have cement shoes?

They always give me the blues.

 

It’s that border that’s out of order.

It makes me fear every tape recorder.

 

If I go back, they will fall off.

But so will I, a costly payoff.

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Comments (2)

upnorthdavid
Good stuff!
uniquebeauty
<p>I love it.</p>

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