Florida's Foreverly Shores
Just One Mile
He whined that the world was out to get him.
He moaned, he groaned and he bitched.
I was among those who tired real quick of him
and tried to give him the ditch.
Through life he walked and complained.
It was one thing after another.
The hardships he'd borne,
the shoes he'd worn ...
one thing after another,
Behind his back we often scoffed,
to his face we did the same.
No matter that he walked away
from the taunt of our refrain.
The day came when his step slowed.
He sat on a bench with much pain.
He gestured me to join him.
I drew close as he tried to explain.
Son, take these shoes from my wearied feet,
place them on yours, my path to repeat.
Walk a mile in my shoes,
then tell me why,
if you can ,
hurt my feet.
When you've traversed the roads I've traveled,
the indifference you'll see I've endured.
Walk just one mile in my shoes,
before you close my door.
I put those shoes on my feet.
I stood and began the trek.
In shoes I didn't know existed
I saw tears from a different view
as my eyes were now misted.
Walking just one mile in his shoes,
I hate to admit it now,
but, more than once,
I was cause of his blisters.
I hang my head in shame.
~*The pen of the poet never runs out of ink, as long as we breathe.*~