Without any shoes i carefully walk,
Each step i take a chance to be cut.
All around me, i can’t see every piece,
One is sure to find me if cautious i’m not.
Where are my shoes, why aren’t on,?
A lot safer i’d be, less chance to be hurt.
There’s broken glass everywhere,
Watch the way you step and you’ll not be wounded.
Keith Garrett
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Good advice. Could the lack of shoes be alluding to taking risks in life?
Yes, always a chance to be hurt taking chances but we sometimes get cut. Thanks for reading.
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