strange that we all know
that we walk this earth
and wear shoes
to cover the rocks and
hot pavement beneath
our feet
as we walk all over
to see the scene
untill one has been
touch in all our might
for we tend to keep
moving
for we have no end
to see what is ahead
as we walk, talk and laugh
we are crying silently inside
to avoid the pain
as were alone with no sorrows
to wish one of us
a goodnite
as our minds, body and soul
may at times be frozen
but hold ones hand
and u shall see tomorrow
with no mercy at that
look down at your feet
a new pair of shoes
have been granted
with such glee
now i know
i can pass these old
shoes down to the next
person with crying pain
deep down in there soul

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nicewrite...and i like the title.

Beautiful write that dives to the bottom and "touches" the heart of the reader..

that is beautiful pulls at the heart strings that