My vision is clear to stand tall painfully,
With a conflict mixed with an end of agony.
I saw the plot an occurring nonsense,
That made my life spoil slippery.

Watch as I clothed my feet, judging my ******,
A bunch of heads, I cannot ask for pardon ‘why’
A  few pair of eyes, watched as I walk in the aisle,
Tripping, them chortling, nowhere to go.

‘Shame’ You don’t know the flow of my chapters.
‘You deserve it’ You have no ethical pardons for me.
‘Lame’ You have no sheriff to affirm the loser.
And ‘Fool’ never ever justify my shoes.

I prudently slip my right foot in an average size.
‘Wow’ a simple compliment to first impression.
Beaming mouth joining my arms to wave like a queen.
‘Amazing’ a great compliment to another impression.

‘Elegant’ following my mother’s step of beauty,
‘Lovely’ having a great family to cherish with.
Maybe this is a pardon to my actions of tripping,
Conclude, this is the pardon to my ‘why’