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The Hole In My Shoe
The Hole In My Shoe
Took a ride on the trolley with a hole in my shoe just for something to do
I met a young lady with her baby she was hungry and feeling blue
We talked for a while I got her to smile with eyes so tired and wild
A tear from her eye fell on the child this provoked me to sigh
All I had in my wallet was one Susan B my son had given to me
It was given to me for luck and I thought to myself how could I give it away
From deep in my heart I heard my son say dad she needs it today
It was the end of the line a place called Santee she smiled and said thank you to me
I wished her the best then turned to face west for the ride back home to the sea
A woman got on at the very next stop she carried some bags and sat across from me
I paid her no mind for the girl and the child were all that my thoughts could find
Then the woman spoke up and asked me’ what size shoe do you wear?
Before I could answer she reached in the bag and pulled out a brand new pair
She said I got them from work they won’t fit my son it looks like they might fit you
I said sorry I’m broke and she answered’ no you’re rich then smiled and gave them to me
They had gel support soles with all leather toes hand made in Italy
They fit like a glove made just for me, I looked up to thank her she was gone like a breeze
I told no one about the hole in my shoe, only God knew.
