Walk a Mile in His Shoes
 
Sad old Buttons, in the circus tent
spent his pay on booze again,
yes, every last cent.
Small wonder he is gloomy,
no wonder he is down...
such a sad predicament
for the circus clown.

Don't jeer at the ragamuffin
with his sad old face.
Walk a mile in his shoes,
as if you were in his place.

Share the milk of human kindness,
show him there's a better way.
You never know when you may need
a helping hand one day.

Many, many years ago,
when all the world was younger,
Buttons saved me from a life
of homelessness and hunger.

I'm hoping Buttons can recover,
return to the circus tent.
If he makes one sad child smile,
I'd say my time was well spent.

By cherryk

© 2008 cherryk (All rights reserved)

 

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