Sandals Awaiting A roman road, Long and ongoing Over all hills, Never around. We can't dodge #life, Straight on it goes. Through all terrain Happy times, Sad times, Rough times. Your feet may grow tired, Of marching this road. For the bumps are too many, And the hard ground bites at your feet. My sandals are worn, For they can only cope with so much. New pairs are precious, But they do exist! They are gems that we often miss. An option we turn down, We made the wrong decision. Didn't go there, Never contacted them. Something we regret, and don't know what it was. Don't loose hope, Learn to see the gem. Our sandals awaiting our feet.
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