THEY DON’T WEAR MY SHOES
I walk fore It Is that I can not drive, I make my way to where I go,
Shopping Is a chore but I do It on foot and carry many bags home.
I have to do It In the rain, heat, but I see things that they don’t notice,
With my headphones singing to me I take notice of that which Is alive.
I have been judged by those whom have no morality, they speak words of Ignorance,
If I am lost In silence then I am called the bad mood, grouchy man, I am with peace.
We can all argue till the end of the world who has a harder time In life, yay!,
I work harder than you, my job Is more stressful, some make more money and pay the price.
I have a most difficult life In all that I see Is a hardship that only I can really understand,
They talk a good talk as my everyday Is nothing to them, they care nothing about my Pain.
My dreams are unreal to them, these dreams I dream are a reality they can’t see,
They don’t wear my shoes, they can’t walk my walk, they can’t win the battle I fight.
They don’t wear my shoes so their words of wisdom are of no use until they walk my road.