I could walk a mile in your shoes
And not make it very far
I know your callouses sting more than mine
But does that make my feet ache any less?
I could borrow your ears for a day
And end up covering them
I know you hear worse words than I
But should I never be upset?
I could see through your glasses for an hour
And view my own blindness
I know your viewpoint is wider than mine
But are the things I see meaningless?
I can never become you
And fully understand
I know your problems are graver than mine
But are my problems any less real?

Allison Schaum ’17

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