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