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A BIT OF ME

A BIT OF ME
I've got a clean face, yet kept a rusting one
I've carved shoes that call on heaven
To lessen my turmoiled havens
Enchanting aura I carry around
Like hawkers great deal of goods
I know, you all wish to be me
I know you wish to stay around
me.. If not with me
Perhaps, wallowing in laxities of time
Emerged to be reason behind my enchantment
Tumultuous points I've stamped
Gave me the most fancied shoes
You can barely differentiate between
Sun's hotness and my head
Can you relate to my rusting face now?
I don't care what you label this
Whether tale, story, prose or even poetry
What you name it connotes nothing
Likewise, bail me not from what, oh!
who I am!
But like you got me through in joy
You've not seen a tad sorrow around
Like I rightly said.. I wallow in God's laxities
Only, if He never want me on till now
Will He live to see me leave on like this

©Tex (2017)

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