Sometimes we dance in different shoes
Why is it that the pair we choose
May not fit well first time around
Yet proper size can still be found ?
Shoes help us pace life’s hidden things
They come with laces and with strings
Some that we like or might have known
With soles of cork or leather sewn !
A shoe is meant to tread the ground
To help us keep the path we’ve found,
Along some lane or lonely street
Who dares to walk with barefoot feet ?
Claire V. Bogdanos 