Whenever the strong looses
I wore my shoe laces out
My feet glanced up to my mouth
I was aware..
Always conscious on how the strong stands
How it knocks the crawling ants
Strength of my words is weakening the pages
Horses and ducks still battling for ages
Whenever the weak wins..
I wore my shoe laces out
You clearly can never tell
How the weak can shout victory
Or end up slowly in a cemetry
Is the weak dubious or plain notorious?
Maybe frustrated or simply inglorious
Laces of strings and thread
On a sneaker with love from a friend..
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