Portions of the Poem: The Rich Shoe Shiner
With a soulful smile he sang “da da da da dooos”;
As he flipped his cloth around and shined up my shoes.
He worked with diligence, singing all the while;
My hard exterior softened, against my better judgment, I’d smile...
How could this poor man, staring at stinky feet all day,
Still have that optimistic countenance and spirit of play?
I looked up at his tip jar of quarters and I didn’t understand
The pleasure he got shining my shoes that cost two grand...
He somehow had a better life and I didn’t want to hear it;
Though I was rich outwardly, I was the one poor in spirit.
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