THE FALLEN SLIPPER

When you were new
You were fresh like dew
And those who needed you were not few
But you chose to this master, like a cat, nestle and mew

II
You were used like a toilet brush
While being flattered like a wanted crush
You were used like a toilet roll
So you stuck throughout the thorny hard and long stroll
Hoping to see starry stages
And making historic pages
Now you live in bitter built rages

III
Oh you poor slipper!
See how unfairness makes you quiver!
Oh you hole-filled slipper!
See how over-use makes you shiver!
Oh you shattered slipper
Now you have fallen in the middle of the road
Being driven-over by all you used to berrate
Guess who wants you off its field? The road!
While you think your regrets late
Your choices now carry voices
Which your failure sings and rejoices

IV.
Oh you poor slipper
You could have chosen the needy who begged your favour!
And you’d have been together to your very end
As a worshipped foot regalia in your new
And a blend in need in your old
But the shiny foot made your fold
Now you’re old and cold
…and to rejection sold
Who will you now hold?
You’ve lost your bold
…and your gold
Oh you poor, poor, poor slipper!
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia © July 16, 2023