August 21, 2020

A HUNDRED POEMS – XIX

By EPRobles

IF I were a broken soul who could mend me?

The cobbler down the road?

with his crafty skills and many tools,
the awl or maybe stretching tool?

He surely would know — and should I go?

My shoes, so worn but my soul so full
of these empty holes!

My Cobbler, sir!

Repair my soul,insufferably

i plead!

::12-24-2013::

About EPRobles

Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love... View all posts by EPRobles
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