He wears them once. In good shape he leaves them for future generations to use. Like a Cinderella story, many try in vain. Lined around the ankles some manage to use, only for a while. Padding no good, slippage persists. Clumsy walk causes a loud discord of discourse —shoes too big to fit.
greatness clothed in vigilance
—the price of freedom
For Poets United
note: The poem is in honour of Nelson Mandela International Day.