Wearing My Shoes

Even if you did choose You could never wear my shoes, You couldn't wear, where they have taken me To the mountains and to the sea. For you they would most definitely be to large When towards bullies I once did charge, And for you they would be to tight When for others I did fight. And for you they would be too loose When you saw abuse, And when you come across that long road ahead They then wouldn't have enough tread. And when in them I had walked a mile You couldn't, because they weren't in style, And when I helped a stranger and didn't complain You couldn't, because they caused you great pain. And when someone needed help and a guide You couldn't because those shoes were then untied, Then when others you were afraid to meet Those shoes then would hurt your feet. When I was baptized wearing them You couldn't, because the water kept getting in, Then when at others I wouldn't ridicule or scoff Those shoes of mine you wore, would then fall right off. Randy L. McClave