As I look through my closet of <br />poetry I realized that many of my <br />poems are someone else's shoes. <br />I was never a woman who had one breast <br />removed. For that’s someone else's shoes. <br /> Nor did I know a man who hung himself <br />by the laces of his old brown shoes. <br />Once again that's someone else's shoes. <br />Neither was I on crack or a little <br />homeless girl named Suzy Brown. <br />Those too are someone else's shoes. <br />Now as I close my closet of poetry <br />I realize that in order for me to be true <br />to my art of poetry. I must sometimes <br />be willing to walk in someone else's shoes.<br /><br />Lore Me34<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/someone-else-s-shoes/
