A road can't be as sad as a shoe is sad <br />when a shoe can't read. <br />I can't read either. <br /> <br />And I have given away all my clothes <br />and gone away so far <br />that no one will even remember that I've gone <br />nor how far I went when I was here. <br /> <br />For a road can't be as crazy as a ranch is mad <br />when a ranch can't sing. <br /> <br />I cough. I spit. I jump up and down <br />and I run around like a headless rooster. <br /> <br />Me too. I am not lonesome. I am gregarious. <br />I make friends with the curbstone even. <br /> <br />But a shoe can't be as pretty as a wheel when it's turning <br />or a tunnel uncovered by chance. <br />And a shoe can't be a lobster. <br /> <br />I am as free as a belt or a bell or <br />a dog on a leash <br />gone crazy with the aroma of flagpoles.<br /><br />John Perreault<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/shoe/
