These shoes I received on a sunny Saturday, were given to me by the United Way.
a little large, scuffed, and frayed,
I layer my socks in an unusual way.
These shoes walk with me along life's path,
Where there is scarce food and no place for a bath.
These shoes walk and carry all I own,
I sleep under bridges, I am all alone.
Life's journey exposes me to pointing, laughs, and stares
this feeds my depression,
nobody cares.
My dreams are simple, but hard to find
I just want warmth and someone kind.
It was just last night about quarter past ten
I died in my sleep in a large trash bin.
These shoes are available, as of today,
They fell off as the coroner carried me away.
Walk in these shoes, give them a try
Once you have tried you cannot deny
Judging a man before walking in his shoes
Is judgmental, unfair and something we shouldn't choose.
If these shoes could speak They would say,
"The man only wanted love, acceptance and decent pay." 
