No one can step into another's shoes.
Would you want to?
I know I wouldn't.
Mine are enough to make my head spin at times.
My shoes have walked many paths...
Some ending with stunning vistas,
with laughter and happiness.
Some lonely,
with self-pity, self-doubt.
Some heart-breaking,
with pain and tears.
You know nothing of my shoes.
I know nothing of yours.
Shall we walk together?
About the Creator
Julie Lacksonen
Julie has been a music teacher at a public school in Arizona since 1987. She enjoys writing, reading, walking, swimming, and spending time with family.
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Comments (2)
Aww, this is a perfect poem to wear on your jacket or hand out on a card to people (of course some might be rude and insulting back).
This is a wonderful piece. 💓💓