The saddest thing I ever saw was a man with only one shoe
he half-walked half-skipped along hyde park, I watched him from a queue.
he varied terrain to lighten his load,
the foot on the grass , the shoe on the road.
Later i passed him, his cap stuck out, and i advanced some coin.
the varying fortunes of his feet had my curiosity breached, was it by fault or design?
"did you loose a shoe or just throw one away?" and conversation had begun.
"o, no no, much better than that, I've actually just found one".