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"ANOTHER MAN'S SHOES"

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I met a man walking, on a long dusty road;

he seemed to be burdened, with life's heavy load.

His hair was kind of shaggy, he'd been sleeping in his clothes;

his shoes were old and weathered, not pretty, heaven knows.

I said, "hello Sir, how do you do";

he looked at me and said, "how'd do".

I said, "Where are you going, on this hot sunny day";

he said, "I'm looking for heaven, and leave here I pray".

I said, "Come on now, don't be a fool";

he said, "This world is just too cruel".

I said, "Please explain your reasons to die;

before you leave this world and say good-by".

Then he said, "I'll tell you and maybe you'll see;

but promise me that you won't judge me".

Promise me that you won't condemn;

cause you just don't know, the condition I'm in.

You won't know me, or understand my blues;

until you have walked awhile in my shoes.

Until you have read every line in my face;

until you have stood awhile in my place.

You won't know me, until you have carried my load;

and struggled along this old dusty road.

Until you have felt, my pain and rejection;

and felt my sorrow, and felt my affliction.

He said, "I was born into dire poverty;

as rough a life, as ever can be".

My dad ran away, and my mother was cruel;

and everyone else, called me the fool.

I wandered the streets, when I was only nine;

getting into trouble and wasting my time.

I've been in many jails, throughout the years;

had a lot of heartache, shed a lot of tears.

I've felt cold eyes, staring at me;

by upper class people, and high society.

I've met people who won't, give me the time of day;

who went into a big fine church, and kneeled down to pray.

I've been cheated out of money, by everyone I've known;

I've been hated and despised, down to the bone.

I've felt hatred as cold, as an ice house floor;

from total strangers, that never met me before.

My whole life has been, filled with pain;

sometimes I wonder, if I'm insane.

But if I am, out of my mind;

why am I hated, most of the time.

Don't people have compassion on the mentally ill;

or be concerned, as to how do they feel.

Don't misunderstand me, I've done wrong too;

I'm not perfect, but neither are you.

People have tricked me, and slandered my name;

and talked behind my back, then smiled just the same.

I'm weary and tired, of life's heavy load;

not too many more days, will I walk this old road.

By my outward appearance, I know I'm not much;

But how can you judge me, by clothes and the such?

If anyone loved me, or cared at all;

they'd give me some help, this burden to haul.

Only God Loves me, this I believe;

from this whole world, nothing I receive.

If I were rich, and had plenty of money;

everyone would adore me, and call me honey.

But I am quite poor, from my presence they flee;

I've heard their cruel whispers, and slanders of me.

He now had stopped speaking, and he looked at my face;

I saw a tear on his cheek, leaving it's trace.

I was speechless and astounded, I spoke not a word;

he slowly turned, and walked down that old road.

I stood there just thinking, of the man I had met;

and suddenly I loved him, my eyes were then wet.

Another human being, I'll never judge nor condemn;

cause he may have walked, where I've never been.

How can I judge or condemn any man?;

until in his shoes, I walk and I stand

The name of this poem is;


"ANOTHER MAN'S SHOES"
 
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so many times we look at people and judge or think they have a better life than us but like this man said dont judge until we have walked in there shoes...thankyou for such a beautiful story
 
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Popples said:
so many times we look at people and judge or think they have a better life than us but like this man said dont judge until we have walked in there shoes...thankyou for such a beautiful story
Thank you Popples. The first time I read this poem - it made me feel all choked up inside. I think I even cried a little. I understood this poem - because I was once like the poor man in this poem. When I was once a constant runaway child. But, now that I am older, I am hoping & trying to listen & do what The Almighty GOD wants of me to do. And, I still find people with hatred as cold, as an ice house floor; from total strangers, that never met me before. Whether they be rich, poor, go to Church or not. If I stutter, they look at me like I have some kind of catching disease or just look at me with cold staring eyes. But, then The Almghty GOD kindly explained to me, that sometimes people don't know how to react to certian things & why they are the they are. So therefore I have gain understanding toward them.
 
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