HAPPY SHOES

I am almost resigned to the fact

That my shoes are happier than I

They sing and smile and laugh

With an eerie of rebellious fill

Waiting for me to grow rich

And throw them away

Ten years of service, they smile

Years of endurance, they laugh

Nursed my stinking toes, now old

And my soles have no soul no more

They died ages ago but live still

Yet they just smile and laugh

I am a bag pack of problems

But my shoes never seem to care

The cobblers stitched them shut

Not too long, to shield their smile

They swallowed dust on rainy days

On dry days, they licked dust

My shoes are happier than I

This fact, am almost resigned to

How they sing, smile and laugh

With an eerie of rebellious fill

I don’t know! I just look

And see the future getting better

                               By Sammy Nakitare