I got a pair of shoe's to fit you,
though possibly not your size,
but before you get your pen out,
to cross the T's, and Dot the I's,
wouldn't you like to know the truth,
and not the lies.
To put my feet in your shoes,
would probably be a squeeze,
and to walk any length of distance,
bring me to my knee's,
so why do you walk in judgement,
and never hear my plea's.
I got a pair of comfy shoe's,
though they're possibly not your style,
let's see if they are comfortable,
after you've done a mile,
or would you change you opinion,
behind your cheesy smile.
I got a pair of slip ons,
though the colour won't suit you,
the heels are all worn down,
from the things that I've been through,
and is my step as certain,
as your clouded point of view.
Some of my steps were easy some of my steps were long,
some of my step were filled with pain,
and some were brisk, and strong,
but now you walk in judgement,
and don't known that you are wrong,
Some people watch and whisper,
others heckle through out the day,
I wouldn't want to be in they're shoes,
what do they know..... anyway?
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Fabulous poem, love the concept, very well penned. We could indeed learn a lot by stepping into so done else's shoes for a day.