Trading Shoes

If I were any man, or any man was I


the first thing we would know


of one another, should we know


anything beyond our way


is we both saw the light of day.




We both walked through onyx nights


said our Cheers! Over beers as fine wine


dripped from lips of countless beauties.


What we might do, if you were I, or I was you


is to fail as all mankind at times must do


then stand up twice for what is true.




Oh, if I were you and you were I


we could talk of what has passed us by


but, I'd prefer we talk of dreams


of mountaintops or seascape scenes


for what is gone is beyond repair


but, what is now is ours to share.







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