Perfect bond with many tales alike.
Mutual feeling, ritual songs of blooderhood
Thrust into the thin air was needed connaire.
A separation not a cause of a femme
First blood, not one traced to tight knuckles.
A lawyer he had become, a cobbler had the other
The future they had imagined was illusory?
a lament best stroked et cuddled by the cobbler.
Oh! poor shoes.
A bleak tomorrow twisted by freewill
A life of if I knew, the melody, the gall
Anger and despise had just stemmed
so refined a new passion.
The well polished lawyer too busy a homme
Work et work, perchance he sees his old friend.
Yes it happened, one evening when the sun
was mourning the demise of life’s empathy.
Will you mend my shoes?
The big needle recognized the advocat as did the black thread
Shyness grew? It was the moment of intimidating racket
Leaking tears from slacked tear bag, one tear too many.
Regard for his wig and gown or for his head high disposition
A misplaced position
Broken friendship or professionalism.
Just tell him, maybe he would embrace you
Maybe just maybe!
Alas a voice was escaped with a burst out of weeping history.
Greatest surprise was the surprising surprise a response
A handshake would have been better
A card was issued, a penny was given, and a shoe gotten back.
Mutual respect of class?
Maybe not mutual
Hardly a pinch of respect.
Life the potter, two friends in dissimilar circles
Maybe none to blame, just maybe.