Cobblers and shoe menders

Cash and the money lenders

Come knocking at my door.

But I’m not letting them in

I shall stay barefoot and thin.

Repairmen arrived.

I wonder how I survived.

I’m just a token that’s broken

A medal bedevilled

By fear and by doubt.

But I’m going to get out

From under this yoke

Perhaps have a beer and possibly a smoke.

Then decide where from here

Lacking that fear

That stopped me before.

Maybe I will open that door.


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