Old, tattered and torn Full of wrinkles, punctures and mundane Devoid of charm and luster Shunned by each and all, like curse.
Substituted by new and energetic perfection And discarded the imperfection, feeble and unabled, into a nook' or in a gutter. As dethroned a king, from disabled reign.
Nonetheless, it's new and perfect To destitutes and paupers Who darn punctures and tatters, into bizarre' shapes and colors. "And here I am once again, to serve and muffle' your wretched bare feet."
