I showered and shaved, I adjusted my tie.
I got there and sat in a pew just in time.
Bowing my head in prayer, as I closed my eyes.
I saw the shoe of the man next to me..touching my own, I sighed.
With plenty of room on either side.I thought,
“Why must our soles touch?”
It bothered me, his shoe touching mine.
But it didn’t bother him much.
A prayer began : “Our Father”,
I thought, “This man with the shoes, has no pride.
They’re dusty, worn, and scratched.
Even worse, there are holes on the side!’