'What's a soul? '
asked the child.
The teacher said
'there are many kinds of soles.
most are rubbery.
It's the thing on the bottom of your shoe.'
In church that week
the pastor said
that saving souls was important.
'Why should we save soles? '
asked the child.
The pastor said
'because you are a soul,
everyone is a soul'
'Why, ' thought the child,
'would anyone want to be the bottom of a shoe? '
The child grew up
and the child never knew
that he wasn't
the bottom of a shoe.
hidden poet
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-u-l-e-s/
