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The Shoes Are Gone, But the Feet Remain

A father's quiet strength

By Rohitha LankaPublished 9 months ago 2 min read

A little boy went to play football

At the grass field at the end of the village

He went to the field

To play football with his friends with bare feet

By taking off his school shoes on the side of the field

Because he had only one pair, both to wear to school

And to help his father collect old things

To earn money to support his family

After playing football

He found that his shoes were missing

without knowing who took them

He was sad and afraid

That his father might scold and reprimand

His mind was confused, worried

About what to wear to school tomorrow

He walked barefoot home

With both hands wiping tears all the way

When he arrived home, the tears still covered his cheeks

He walked to tell his father the story

with nervousness and prepared

To be criticized

The father put down his work in front of him

And told his son

That

The shoes were missing but the feet were still there

You still have two feet

You brought yourself back home

That is a good thing

Don't cry, my dear

Save your tears for other things.

One day, there will be many things that you will encounter

Loss, disappointment

And it will be bigger than today.

Let's go, take a shower

And come have dinner with dad.

Tomorrow, let's go buy new shoes.

Although his dad was poor

But he was rich, very good idea.

And it really was like that.

When he grew up, went out to work

Going out into society, he found that

He had lost many things

Broken up with his girlfriend, his beloved dog died

And many more things in life.

He never cried again

Because he thought of his dad's teaching that

The shoes are gone, but the feet are still there.

No matter what he lost

He still has breath

Two hands, two legs, knowledge

And wisdom, Use them to create new things.

And the last time he cried

It was the day he lost his dad.

That day was the day he understood the meaning

Of what his dad taught him thoroughly

Even if he didn't have his dad, he had to survive.

Our lives are the same.

Some things are like lost shoes.

But don't forget, we still have a lot left.

Let life...move on.

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Rohitha Lanka

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  • Marie381Uk 8 months ago

    Lovely ♦️♦️♦️

  • Nikita Angel9 months ago

    Well done

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