A mile in my shoes

 

 

 

 

A Mile in My Shoes: Joe Jackson

   by Don Waldo

 

 

 

 

 

 

I had a uniform that was dirty but a conscience that was clean.

I never laid eyes on a one of them but knew them all by name.

I never spoke to them directly but heard what they were asking.

I told them to go to hell, but they said I was already there.

I asked to sit this one out but was told I would never stand.

I never asked for nothing, but they gave it to me anyways.

I tried to tell them what was going down, but they knew what was up.

I always played to win but somehow managed to lose.

I never learned to read or write, but my signed confession still damns me.

I was owed a living wage, but he’s paying me beyond the grave.

History has called me out, but His is the only call that matters.

 

 

 

Happy Easter Everyone