“Walk a mile in my shoes” you say!
You’ve had such a horrible day
You lost your keys and the car wouldn’t start
So you had to call in late.
And on the way your cell phone died
You lost another call
You wish you could just toss that thing
Can’t even hear the calls at all.
And each time you pass that certain light
A man is there collecting change
You cross your fingers hoping
He won’t see you pass today.
Did you ever stop to notice him
Or the scars upon his face?
Or the wheels upon his chair
That gets him from place to place.
And that call you say you never hear
He only wishes to receive
To hear the sound of children’s laughter
Or their little running feet.
And if only he could walk a mile
He’d have a smile upon his face
Maybe he crosses his fingers in hope
That someone speaks to him today.
He has no one to speak to
Or hold him when he cries
No food to eat, no place to sleep
His blanket is the sky.
So “walk a mile in my shoes” you say?
I’m sure he’d take them any day!