You made them shine,
all sizes and kinds. Shoes,
of others, entrusted to hands
chaffed and callused – yours.

For years, you polished,
worked – before and after
school; struggling with a load
of rags and borrowed books.

Recently, I saw you give
a shoe shine boy his tip;
his eyes grew big as saucers –
a chauffeur drove you away.

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