You always
thought
(and
still do)
that a
cobbler
makes
shoes
Not a
pie
no
not an
apple
or
even a
peach
cobbler
What
you
wear
on
your
feet
to
traverse
the terrain
thats
the
cobbler’s
objective
so you
can
make
it
through
the alley
to walk
up
the stairs
to
that
house
there
the
one
with all
the
flowers
and
the
fountain
with
the angels
The angels look
happy
don’t get me
wrong
but that whole
thing
needs
a bath!
And
by the way
you are older
then
you
ever
were
today
and
tomorrow
that will continue
so
with
respect
buddy
that hour glass
don’t
look
very full
To which I respond:
Yes
I
am
a
cobbler
but
not of shoes
Words
poems
messages
like
this
one
My wears
are
not
for your feet
but
your
heart
Take this
Please!
