I look around and I see
Small people trying to fill big shoes
Big people trying to fit into small shoes
The pain of adjusting to circumstances
That never change fast enough
Except for the few perfect ones
The ones that slip into molds
Silvery sisters and brothers
Of all the common
Cinderellas I deeply respect
And never expect to see wearing
Shiny, but merely comfortably
Their loving Souls .
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