BROKEN GLASS
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
keithgarrettpoetry 
Sounds like me. Can’t help but wonder though is there a hidden message behind your poem?
Yes, It’s the world, be careful where and how you step.
On Sat, Jul 6, 2019 at 9:27 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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Ahh thought so 🙂 Have a great weekend.
There’s a cool picture that goes with the poem.in my book.
On Sat, Jul 6, 2019 at 9:41 AM keithgarrettpoetry wrote:
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I love the first two lines. Powerful introduction. “Less chance to be hurt” is so universal and speaks to all of us. Some of us are walking barefoot. Not always. But if we’re brave enough? Thank you.
Thank you for reading.