She put on her pretty shoes,
and danced within her bliss.
A girl so young not yet enslaved,
knows not life,
is hit or miss.
Someday you'll be alone with self,
and how wrong yourself can choose.
And the hardest pathway walked through life,
leaves a trail that you cant loose.
I know this,
Ive walked so long,
seems theres no dust to kick.
Thats one thought to keep in mind,
but if not,
please do me this.
Let her dawn her pretty shoes,
and dance within her bliss.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/her-pretty-shoes/
