Shoes

There is a pretty glass shoe and a story told of a princess

You love this thought of slipping in your toe

Your heel sticks out, so you squeeze a little more

You limp with it, as it digs into your soul

"You are almost there!" says a voice from the hedges

"A little dumb help, Cut those rough edges"

"To belong here, do just a little more"

"There there! Not so much, not done before"

Now you cut your feet to fit the boot

And adjust your gait until you can no more

Then one fine day, you see a big boot

And into it, you slide your foot

It snugly fits, covering bruises, blisters and all

Made for a glass shoe, your foot was not

With every step you take, those voices fade

For the wayfarer in you, this shoe was made!