I walk past and they all laugh,
because I have no shoes.
But life can change,
and oh so fast.
The things you have,
you lose.
Your laughter and your smile you see,
can change to tears and quit quickly.
You walk around and just look down,
like their looking down at me.
I was once a firm strong soul,
But thats all changed.
How?
I don't know.
Seems I've become,
a joke to life.
And its not fair,
it hurts inside.
My life is all,
I have to lose.
And they all laugh,
because I've no shoes.
saint cynosure ( Ken Bennight )
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/loss-9/
