To walk a mile in ones shoes,
Takes more then a glance,
Hold close with no excuse,
To give sympathy a chance.
As the journey is more than a window,
It has a house to build on,
Carrying the past as a shadow,
The ticket to the body of brawn.
The inner self knows all,
The outsiders read this to judge,
Don't point to the game with a fast ball,
For the true sympathy within will nudge.
You may not go through their times,
Or set yourself up in disguise,
Not one has the same obstacles to climb,
As some shy away from the hidden suprise.
You could be the one to make a change,
In the life of another or like wise,
You could be the one to arrange,
Or learn something new to revise.
Choices are given to each of us,
Some use widsom to lead,
Pull in the energy with blankness,
Alert in the errors; no need to proofread.
Sympathy gives off as a lifestyle,
Surrounded by a circle of care,
Listen with no words; a smile,
Giving your own struggles to share.
Use sympathy in all met,
For the main asset is understanding,
Walk a mile in anothers headset,
Not giving a blemish for the binding.