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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