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A poem inspired by Charles Dicken's A Tale of Two Cities, though the themes are universal. |
The Shoemaker You look at him as though you could not possibly understand- it is the profound and mysterious secrecy of man that something so beautiful should arise from something so desolate; that life would first have to come from death; that freedom could be a mistress so sharp and so swift that the loss of one's head becomes an inevitability; that a man could lose himself so deeply within the resounding beat of a drum, in the distant sound of footsteps, in the repetition of life pulsating back in echoes, and in the dig, dig, digging of the grave to find that lost fish, so that it might be regarded one last time and pondered on as to whether there was something else important that was missed. Do similar seeds of time yet yield the same fruit? Thus, there is but little hope but to grab hold of that last thread as an anchor to a world that ignores the contributions of the circumferential shoemaker, who understands as no one else dares to the distinct pattern of assonance that each soul makes, and the superlative degrees of comparison by which everyone else will chose to Regard it. is the condition of man that life should become so sunken and suppressed that one might wonder whether it is worth it to be recalled? Let the hope reign yet that this golden thread may stretch the Earth before the fates have finished their knitting, that the compassion that reached out within the dark room may yet open the crevice wider, so that the illuminated shoemaker can find peace and strength Through others, his life measured thus, and become more than the substance of the shadow that is cast by the wide berth of the vengeance and the attacks of mobs who sustain the blood-brain barrier of beings. May humanity yet drink from the Carton of life, and realize that the door was never locked my friend, only jammed by the thorns of the brightest rose ever beheld. I hope the hope that the famished traveler may never again wander his lonely road, and that one day we shall each find comfort and solace in a lady’s walking shoe. |