Faithful conveyors, what I would give to
Ease the burden you must bear, and
Help you to carry this flesh and
bone from
Hither to yon and back again.
Strapped with the bindings of
fashion or season,
Designer's opinion of what you
should wear;
Punishment undeserved and unwanted,
Wondering what must have been your
great sin.
Blessed relief when the trial is
over,
The buckles undone, the laces
unlaced.
Wonder on wonder, why were you
subjected
To such cruel torture meant to
abuse,
When a few more moments of
searchful reflection
May have offered relief and quickly
erased
All the suffering which could be
avoided
By choosing a pair of comfortable
shoes.
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