Different Roads Poem by Randy McClave

You have never been where I have been
We've never walked the same glen,
We have never stepped on the same rock
We've never swam in the same loch.

You have never seen what I saw
You have never stood in respect or awe,
I have climbed both mountains and hills
Where instead you sought out cheap thrills.

You have never touched what I have touched
Your hands in a fist were always clutched,
You always wanted to argue and to fight
Whereas I always wanted to do good, and right.

You have never tasted what I have tasted
Your taste buds have all been wasted,
What entered your mouth and soul was deceit.
You become what you eat.

You have never wore my shoes
My road(s) you never did want or choose,
We have never been to the same places
So, please don't ever tell me how to tie my laces.

Randy L. McClave