Walkin on Air
Empathy Shoes
Would I be found to stand alone beneath
this tree that grew from wisdom won through years,
where pain supports soft thoughts behind salt tears
awash; yet blind she sees naught but buckteeth!
Ah! Brightly shine they do, as to unsheathe
her baseless play to mock with words and jeers
unkind; mayhap time flees away and steers
the scorn to crown yon head whereon a wreath
of shame must lay? Should hate bedeck his core?
Light jest cannot uncouth away bedim;
and yet, behind his face unveils much more
than just some fault entwined in nature's whim:
t'is said, ‘to know the soul will change one's mind,
make narrow fools be seen as were they, kind?'
this tree that grew from wisdom won through years,
where pain supports soft thoughts behind salt tears
awash; yet blind she sees naught but buckteeth!
Ah! Brightly shine they do, as to unsheathe
her baseless play to mock with words and jeers
unkind; mayhap time flees away and steers
the scorn to crown yon head whereon a wreath
of shame must lay? Should hate bedeck his core?
Light jest cannot uncouth away bedim;
and yet, behind his face unveils much more
than just some fault entwined in nature's whim:
t'is said, ‘to know the soul will change one's mind,
make narrow fools be seen as were they, kind?'
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Empathy Shoes
Empathy Shoes
