There's just one thing I'd hate to do <br />And that's being re-born as a shoe <br />My skin would be with dirt ingrained <br />My eyes with laces would be pained <br />My tongue would never slake its thirst <br />There really could be nothing worse. <br />So pity you the humble shoe <br />And bless its sole when it's first new.<br /><br />David Keig<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-humble-shoe/
