So this was actually written by my friend Hamil and all credit for this poem goes to him.
I am but a mere cobbler
Indeed not the most respected trade, but a fair one
I do my work to the best of my ability, careful with each stitch in a sole,
or removing unsightly scuffs and scratches
To salvage and restore beauty in a rugged itemAlthough I know it is not a good idea, I set my eyes on the fairest of maidens
And rest not in my pursuit of herSo I do what I do best to the best of my ability,
I begin to make her the most beautiful of shoes, handcraftedI begin work,
Paying uttermost attention to the smallest of details
Double checking
Triple checking
And checking once more
For anything that could be considered a blemish,
The lengths gone to some consider
Obsessive and borderline unhealthy, but I don't careIt's time,
I present her the shoes I have slaved over
For countless hours,
Making perfect and then someShe walks away, barefoot
YOU ARE READING
A collection of poems
PoésieIdeas spark in my head like vines and I have no control over them as they climb the infrastructure of my consciousness. A collection of poems I write in the middle of the night, or wake up out of a dead sleep to jot down