These shoes fit me fairly well
I’ve worn them for a time
The shoes on your feet
very different from mine
Never have I tried yours on
neither have you mine, in kind
You know not the condition of my sole(s)
nor I, whether your walk might lead to gold
I will gladly tell you of my shoes
the journey, the comfort, the wear and tear
I too, will listen if, of your shoes
you choose some tales you dare to share
We then, will learn of each other’s trudging
and thus avoid a quickness in judging
