by: Hillol Ray
|Reading of autobiography was an obsession,|
|And my childhood passion-|
|While I followed the steps of movie stars|
And famous folks’ fashion!
They keep an elite trend and social circle
To balance their fortune and fame-
And dress up with matching shoes
For their dating game!
Plenty of money they earn,
As well as burn at the same time-
And there comes a down time,
When they’re broke and count the dime!
Jet setting lifestyles move them around
Every nook and corner on Earth-
And their kids grow up in lavishness
To drench in the mirth!
With dazzling shoes, their closets remain full,
And seem to burst at the seam-
And soles of theirs don’t touch the ground,
Rather sleep on the shelves with a light dim!
Price tags may hang around shoe laces,
With a dissonant touch-
While shelves of soles feel lonesome,
And don’t speak very much!
Time goes on with its own ripple
To place these soles on garage sales-
And shelves become light hearted
Due to the losses, as we find them on tales!!