When I was born,
I was without shoes,
Now as an adult,
I find myself in different shoes.
Some of them
I choose to buy,
Some were gifts, or so I thought,
Others, I can't just tell
How I got them
But, I never stole any.
Some of these shoes fit perfectly,
Some don't fit,
Some are way too big,
Others are too tight,
Yet I wear them,
Enduring the discomfort.
We all wear these shoes,
whether you have legs or not,
We all have and face issues in life.
Just as I have mine,
You too have yours,
You know yours and
I know mine.
Even when the issues appear similar,
We go through them differently.
When you see me having them on,
You admire them on my feet,
But you may not understand that,
'He who wears the shoe knows where it pinches'.
So, when next you see me walk pass you,
Do not be quick to
just admire the shoes on my feet,
But answer this question,
Can you be in my shoes?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem