Wearing My Shoes Poem by Randy McClave

Even if you did choose
You could never wear my shoes,
You couldn't wear, where they have taken me
To the mountains and to the sea.
For you they would most definitely be to large
When towards bullies I once did charge,
And for you they would be to tight
When for others I did fight.
And for you they would be too loose
When you saw abuse,
And when you come across that long road ahead
They then wouldn't have enough tread.
And when in them I had walked a mile
You couldn't, because they weren't in style,
And when I helped a stranger and didn't complain
You couldn't, because they caused you great pain.
And when someone needed help and a guide
You couldn't because those shoes were then untied,
Then when others you were afraid to meet
Those shoes then would hurt your feet.
When I was baptized wearing them
You couldn't, because the water kept getting in,
Then when at others I wouldn't ridicule or scoff
Those shoes of mine you wore, would then fall right off.

Randy L. McClave