Its Me

It’s the way I am I heard him say It’s how I see the world in my way So you judge by what you see Knowing what you know was meant to be But I wonder if you filled my shoes Would you think what I would too The experience of my life has moulded Me in the pain I’ve shouldered So as you stand there And wonder why as you dare Would you wake each day to find The world is so different and not so kind. © Paul Warren Poetry