STUMBLING in at some unGodly hour in the morning and falling into bed, only to realise when waking up no more than two hours after you first fell asleep that not only did you lose your rather expensive telelphone but also your purse the night before. But you still smile; at the heady summer evening, at the romantic prospects, at your incredible friends, at dancing the night away. And, optimistic about life and the world, you skip downstairs almost merrily, if not slightly queasily...
Only to realise the dog and it's six week old puppies have teamed up and meticulously destroyed your second-favourite and almost daily-worn shoes.
It may well be good to be you, but it is NOT good to be them right now!
AN ELEGY; ON THE LOSS OF A SHOE.
OH, Golden shoes,
I will miss you,
and the blisters on my toes,
and the glitter on the soles
of my feet.
OH, Glittery shoes,
How I loved you,
And the clicking soud you made,
and the way you caught the rays
of the sun.
IN LOVING MEMORY