RUG AND SHOE

I am a spotless rug in the door step,
Yes, i serve to clean all those who
will enter the doorway,
You can use me whenever you can,
My purpose is to collect dust and dirt.

I am a shoe, use to travel everywhere,
Each time i am being used to walk in
pavements, in muds and elsewhere,
I can never complain for my purpose,
Destiny calls me to comfort the feet.

I  am the house rug and here comes
the shoe,
It will kiss me when it touches my fully
round cotton made sheet,
I would not mind getting all the dirt as
long as at the end of the day,
It will make the shoe happy to be dust-
free from the road it has been..

I am a shoe and I'm coming home,
It will be my joy to see the house rug
that accepts me of how dirty I am,
It would be my pleasure to touch its
fine cottony cloth,
Without the rug's selfless kindness,
My dirt will always be within me,
It fills my heart with such delight,
How the rug chooses to sacrifice
just for me..

-maricar alquizola
11/09/2015 at 1:28am | MTA ©