Comfortable In Shoes
They walk through garbage sniffing for rice
Their black bare feet are leather now under their scorching sun
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Nice one Timmy. We don't realise how lucky we are in the west. One typo 'sun' or maybe you meant 'son'? 10 from Tai anyway.
a narrative filled with compassion for those who struggle in a situation with little hope of remedy to feel the need to write this poem indicates a heart alive with the desire to see others dwell in joy a wonderful achievment