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The Golden Shoes

by latoya-bethune

A quick throwback to the good old days, Way back into your youthful phase. Where the sky was always your limit. And hard work and determination That was the only way. Back where our feelings we need not hide, And our smiles on our faces were real. For some it was an easy ride While some went days without a meal. Life probably threw a lot your way. I'm still young I cannot say. Nevertheless you're here today Some still agile While some complain about the aches. Oh! The good old youthful phase   Now that you're all elderly It doesn't mean your wise thoughts the world don't need. For me you're the light that helps us see. The beauty in all humanity. The older you grow the wiser you get. And our elders are living proof The lessons of life was well thought In good ways and bad ways too But as you grew you learnt from them I'm pretty sure that's true, As life continues for me and you I hope my generation follow the footprints Of your golden shoes.
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Written by
latoya-bethune
17 / F / Guyana
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Written by
latoya-bethune
17 / F / Guyana
Published
Feb 13, 2020
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the poem speaks about the journey of our elders. it's a tribute to the elderly.

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