Road ahead wasn’t visible
as I had to keep my head down.
Obligated, I was irritable,
yet could not shift the blame somehow.
Exasperated, there cropped cusses and hatred
but soon followed a realisation,
once tied, I could walk and run
faster than the whole generation.
All the way from the start, they held it together,
only to see me reach my destination.
For a moment’s delay,
they gave me a memory collection.
To ensure I don’t fall later and never recover,
my shoelaces accepted resentment,
which we usually bestow on a well-wisher.
The Poet and the Pen 
🖤
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Very beautiful indeed
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😊 thanks
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You’re very welcome
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A gratitude to shoelaces. Nice thought 🔥
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Shoelaces are analogous to Well-wishers here. 🙂
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Damnnn!!! U really made me read that again. Wow.
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😊 Happy that the Poem instigated musings
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