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Walk in My Shoes

Every once in a while,

I get new news,

someone I know,

has walked in my shoes.

While it is hard for me to discern,

your path very well,

to assume you know mine,

may lead you to hell.

Outward appearance,

may be all that you know,

to make a distinction,

of what I have to show.

But you don't know me, 

when your bluff I call, 

you don't know me, 

no, not at all, at all.

For, unless you walk in my shoes, 

know the glory and pain of my muse, 

you don't know me nearly enough, 

to be of any real use.

Copyright 2022 © Ronald W. Hull

5/19/22

You can read and print this poem at my website here.