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.

 

 

 

ajs

 

 

This poem is about: 
Me

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