You see my shoes,
and you think they might fit you.
You may even wrongly assume
that they had very little wear,
and you could walk much further than a mile.
But my treads are worn,
reduced to a thin layer of rubber,
marred by a life of experience.
Perhaps my shoes are similar to yours,
maybe even close to the same size,
but my shoes will not fit you,
as I expect yours would not feel comfortable on my feet.
This road has been mine to follow,
as your trail was carved out for you.
Conceivably, our winding paths have crossed on purpose,
but your journey is yours, as mine belongs to me.
And as much as you think my shoes will fit,
your feet were meant for your shoes
just as mine were meant for me.
I hope one day we will share a walk,
and our shoes will take many steps together.
And when that day comes,
I hope we walk much further than a mile.
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This is lovely. We may walk together with others, but ultimately, it’s our own shoes we need to fill.
I agree. 🙂
Another well stated perspective. Nice.
Thank you.
Beautifully written.
Thank you.
My feet are definitely meant for my shoes if your shoes are the ones pictured above.
Although I’m not a fan of shoes, my would definitely be better to wear than those. But summer is sandals or bare feet, so you’re safe!
My sore, gimpy feet refuse to wear sandals. They rebel if I try.
We’ll find you some nice comfy slippers when you visit. 😀