My Old Shoe

It is from seven thousand years ago
My leather old shoe
It tells me tales...
That no one know
Of the whispering of the antic stones
When I tip toe
In the old town of Sana'a and Sam
But it wrinkles with shame
And it's ties trembles
When I do what I do
Even though
We trust each other
Like a son and his lovely grandfather
It will never tell lies
About the mysterious life
And secret games
That I play out of the show.
A poet and writer from Sudan lives in Yemen.

Mr. Adil.M.A.Alamin



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