Walk in My Shoes
Every once in a while,
I get new news,
someone I know,
has walked in my shoes.
While it is hard for me to discern,
your path very well,
to assume you know mine,
may lead you to hell.
Outward appearance,
may be all that you know,
to make a distinction,
of what I have to show.
But you don't know me,
when your bluff I call,
you don't know me,
no, not at all, at all.
For, unless you walk in my shoes,
know the glory and pain of my muse,
you don't know me nearly enough,
to be of any real use.
Steel Toed Dress Shoes by Florsheim
Great for Kicking Butt
For those who judge others without ever
knowing anything about them or their lives.
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