sitting on the street

Alone, he sits on the bustling street,

Where people come and go, a sea of faces.

Yet not truly on the street he sits,

But in a corner's embrace, with half a brick

As anchor for his views and dreams.

The lamplight tirelessly casts its glow,

Each face that passes by, a canvas painted with joy,

Each shoe that strides past, a testament to careful choice.

For without a pair of fine shoes,

The longest journey remains incomplete,

Insufficiently dignified amidst the throng.

A new pair of shoes demands respect for each step taken,

A new pair of shoes requires a period of adjustment,

A lengthy path before they truly harmonize with their wearer.