If the Shoe Fits (Poem)

Tales of old are old tales told
Some tales grow cold
When the wrong tales are sold

But the oldest of tales are not tales at all
For truth outlives fiction
Whether bought or sold

And when truth is unveiled
By the hope lies impaled
Only the wild can see through the cell

The jail of soul living on for so long
The length of a journey through hell
Kingdom Come

Who can own the shoes of the dawn?
And who can wear what does not belong?

How do we know what is rightfully ours?
And how long must we wait claim all we own?

When in doubt
The answer is no

But if the shoe fits
Then put it on

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