Those Who Really Care Poem by Paul Reed

Spend a day in my shoes
Toe my dusty line,
Then which would you rather choose
Your shoes, or mine?

Firstly, they're a bit scuffed
Yours might gleam and shine,
Mine are rubbed, creased and roughed
Not a good sign;

The soles are worn
To almost paper-thin,
A car would have a SORN
If in the same state they're in;

But, funny how my shoes tell
Which is friend or foe,
For some they ring a warning bell
A sorry tale of woe;

But others don't mind what you've got
Or what clothes you wear,
For possessions matter not a jot
To those who really care.