Ode to a Broken Shoelace

By Daniel Liebowitz M.D.

August, 2009

Foot-filled fluid, the right one too!

The lace doth tear. The tiny hair

Pressure expanding till thread doth snap.

Shoe falls off with mighty clap.

Integrity gone; remains dismay

‘Til foot shrinks back in normal way

And new lace takes its former place.

To seize the shoe in feline grace.

It now can win the fast foot race

No more cast thoughts of life laid waste

Dancing away in its new found lot

The knot has found it’s proper spot.