Better to go bare-foot, <br />Than wear that old soft shoe. <br />Be the altar of your own soul, <br />And let them come and worship you! <br /> <br />You wear your torment and your pain, <br />Like an old soft shoe, <br />And so you live again, again, <br />The things that damage you. <br /> <br />Upon their altars you lay you down, <br />For them to cut and rend, <br />Time to throw off the thorny crown, <br />And change the pattern, Friend. <br /> <br />Take charge of your own journey, <br />You are your only traffic cop, <br />You only do it over and over, <br />Until the day you stop! <br /> <br />Better to go bare-foot, <br />Than wear that old soft shoe. <br />Build a brighter, lighter temple, <br />And let them come and worship you! <br /> <br />(13th February 2008)<br /><br />Res John Burman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/better-to-go-barefoot/
