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In My Shoes

One day a friend of mine was trying to help me see that I was wrong about something. As a typical human, I instantly became defensive. How dare they attempt to correct me when they hadn't lived my life? What did they know? The story of how this poem came about and the results of our talk are posted on my sister blog: www.mytribute2him.blogspot.com . The post is titled "So I'll try again...If You Will Hold My Hand" if you want to check it out. Enjoy!

In My Shoes
12/27/11

Walk a mile in my shoes
Take a journey through my past
Observe. Respect. Never assume. Always ask
Walk a mile in my shoes
Carry my burdens for awhile
Suffer every fear, every hurt, each scar, each trial
Walk a mile in my shoes
See the world through my eyes
Feel my love, see my tears, hear my silent cries
Walk a mile in my shoes
Before you tell me how to live
Understand me before advice to me you give
You say "o that's easy"
Have answers for all my problems
Even get frustrated when I don't attempt to solve them
One thing and only one I'll ask
Before patience with me you lose
When was the last time

You walked a mile in my shoes?

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