elizabeth's shoes

this is sad scenario, but i bet yu realistic

Elizabeth’s shoes

 

 

 

Elizabeth loves to dance

With these shoes a color of red

She never takes them off

Except when she goes to bed

 

And though she practically lives in a box

And rarely has any food

These shoes make her so happy

They definitely put her in a better mood

 

They remind her of when she worked in that shoe factory

Before it closed and she was laid off

People were sick when in the shoes they found led and arsenic

Who would have thought?

 

Not a care in the world

Even though it’s on her shoulders

She feels life is unfurled

As she grows ever older

 

She tries to dance one day but just falls to the ground

She coughs more and feels sick, death is her silent sound

With nothing more than an old dress and her shoes

The poisons get in and now she is out of booze

 

She won’t take them off

Though she knows they’re killing her

It’s the last thing left

That she thinks keeps her from insanity’s death

 

Abandoned by all, all who once helped

Homeless still on this colder night

She seeks shelter and drugs to calm her

But no more do they feel bad for Elizabeth Palmer

 

She strays around and what did she found

The old factory, she guessed they never tore it down

With a quick glace back she enters the door

Filed with good memories long before…..

 

The air is thick and filled with toxins

But she makes her way to her workbench

Just some old machines and boxes there in

No bells ring to work and nothing is sent down the line

 

She starts to cry again

As the air fills her lungs

She wonders why it had to end

And slowly the poisons are rung…..

 

A few final breaths and she chokes

The contaminated air’s lodged in her throat

From the shoes to the booze

And the drugs and the air

She falls to the ground thinking all this unfair…..

 

Elizabeth loved to dance

With those now dulled shoes of red

She would never take them off

And never have to again now that she’s dead…..