In the morning rush, what a sight to behold,

A broken shoelace, all tangled and old!

With each step I take, a mournful sound,

Hobbling along, feeling earthbound.

Oh, the irony, the humor so dry,

In this tiny mishap, a dramatic sigh.

But fear not, I'll march on with flair,

In this comedy of life, I'll dare to care.

For even in shoelaces' tiny schemes,

There's a tale of dreams and broken seams.