Friday, July 8, 2011

My Shoes

I have been walking all my life in only my shoes


For this is all I know


Judging, not judging,


Friend-ing, not friend-ing


Speaking, not speaking


Was what I did




Then I woke one night with a start


And sleep would not come back to me



I had been walk in the shoes of another for a while


Talking to someone I knew


He was kind but coarse


He was gentle but hard


He was there but spent



When I look the face stared back at me


Shock I found it was mine I saw


To learn this was hard to take


I wonder which face others saw


Or was this just for my sake

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