I bought a pair of shoes at a second hand shop.
I have rather big feet, it is difficult to get new
shoes in Portugal as the biggest number is
44 while I use 45. My ears are big too, but since
I don't wear earrings it does not matter.
Then I learned that the previous owner had suddenly
died and his widow had sold off his belongings.
Since knowing this, I stopped wearing the dead man's shoes.
Sometimes it is better to be ignorant.
What do I know? The footwear might feel rebellious
and take an unwanted step into oncoming traffic.
I put them under the bed in the spare room
where they collect dust of time. But I'm kind-hearted
should a tramp come begging, I'll give him the shoes.