CONDEMNATION

by: Roxie Lusk Smith

Until you've walked
a second mile
In someone else's shoes,
Or tood an hour
in the heat
Of hurts you did not choose;

Until your heart
has felt the sting
Of criticizing tongue,
You cannot taste
the salty tears
A wounded soul has wrung.

Unless you've walked
a moon or more
Along a thorny road,
You cannot feel another's need
To know his trying load.

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