He came in today, wearing wet shoes <br />Was talking of life, colours and different blues <br />We found him strange and didnt care <br />We thought, usual boring stuff, we usually hear <br />But with an unusual smile he went on <br />Telling about sweet memories and moments gone <br />Finding something desperately were his eyes <br />One moment of truth in a million lies <br />Lost, he stood up, finally, something to say <br />With moist eyes, he revealed, it's his last day <br />For a moment everything stopped, our rigidness went loose <br />He went away, smiling, and we kept looking, at those wet shoes.<br /><br />Ashish Ram<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/wet-shoes/
