His shoes are his friends
Travelling through the desert
To get the goods
To feed his babies at night
Taking here, taking there
The sun attacks him
Selling there, selling here
The moon comforts him
He masks his sweat
To show them his smile
To hide his weariness for a while
To give them the best
Becoming a storyteller for a brief time
To write his children nice stories
To be remembered in a long time
As written in a movie of heroes
Written on Dec 2, 2023
Hillary Monica Maranresy
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