In My Shoes Poem by Estevan Martin

I'm not making fun of your poem,
I'm not making fun of your style,
But before you start to complain,
Make sure no one is looking
And take a glimpse into my file.

You may feel that your love is,
so, so far away,
but your just getting a taste of
what I feel everyday
so think of what your life would be like,
without that leather glove,

And without that sun that is beating
down from up above, because my weather
is white instead of decorated with the yellow
in which yours glows, because yes your
life may suck but mine really blows.

Copyright 2008
Estevan Martin
May not be copied or reproduced without permission.