Have you ever wondered
what you would do,
If you had to walk in
another's shoes?
If they were ragged,
hungry and almost bare
With a load on their
shoulders of troubles and care?
With hands out
stretched and a tear in the eye,
What would you do if
you were in those shoes, cry?
What if you were to
meet one who shivered with cold,
Who had no home and
were growing old?
No other clothes but
the ones on their back,
Walking in shoes
wrapped in an old gunny sack.
Perhaps a ragged old
blanket to keep warm, having no coat,
Would you say "I'm
so lucky I'm not in that man's boat?"
What would you do
if they were sick, week from no food,
Could you pass him on
by thinking, "I'm a lucky old dude?"
Now as I thought of
that man I was glad it was not me,
But I would give him
some clothes, then something to eat.
Then I would thank God
I could help and not loose
The joy of giving, yet
glad it wasn't me wearing those shoes.
A poor man will work or
beg just to stay alive,
And hope some one will
help him just to survive.
For you never know when
you might meet,
An angel, walking
beside you on a lonely street.
To help keep you from
walking that other mans shoes.
Mae Elms