Father’s shoes are old
They are no more good to be sold
Even when they look bold
Merely, they are glittery like gold
Do not wear father’s shoes
They will burn your toes
Adding grief to your woes
Father’s shoes are full of thorns
They will leave your skin torn
Your hope also will be worn
Your faith unexpectedly won
Father’s shoes extremely musked
Suffocating from dawn to dusk
With pain like that of a rotten tusk
Father shoes are too heavy, don’t wear
They are full of uncertainties and fear
For they make the future wear
And today, left in tears
For he could not the brief pain bear
That’s why this mask he wears
Scripted By: JK Anyanwu
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