George's Shoes Comments

you must feeel so strong about this person if you would write apoem that good about them. I thank you for sharing withme i know i will never forget this poem i hope others see that two

a loveable feel...sweet and genuine too...beautiful tribute to HIm..May His soul restin peace....

Dear Lee, I Mark 10 for your poem, but not for the message. I, a Russian, will never regard sodomites as a norm but only as pertverts despite any conventions concluded by any perverts. Here I accept responsibility with George Bush collaterally.

There is a time when we must go live like a river in full flow from moutain stream to river mouth our lives are as simple as north to south!

sweet and precise. great work.

You have captured well the philosophy behind life and death in this small yet powerful poem. Thanks for sharing.

beautifully expressed! Take care, Martine

that there's not a living soul who wants him to go...........simply wonderful, well penned

WOW! ! i REALLY LiKE THiS POEM. i UNDERSTAND iT FULLY! ! i LiKE iT BECAUSE iT HAS iRONY!

aww i really like this pem my favorite part is when you said not a living soul wants him to go that was just bueatiful

We'll only feel and understand truly one's personality when we are in his shoes....nice shrot poem written. Thanks!

this shows us that we think abt life and death only when we lose someone close to us.......well penned

Your father-in-law sounds like a great human being. Your words are bittersweet indeed. This is lovely, Lee. Warm regards, Sandra

quite simple....very moving...if anything could touch your heart a bit and pause you to ponder more n more...it's poetrys mesmerism... that does.. rgrds/salu

My comments about Lee's poetry were edited to be expressed in a separate piece of poetry called: Ask Not For Whom The Bell Tolls The home page has a Poet Title search for those who would like to see the comments in that way...

Well, its a expressive poem with nice sentiments. To be in others shoes and to think like them is really a tough task. The poem may be short but not the theam. Well written.

an apt title to bring out the inevitable aspect of life..the other end of the spectrum but the love of near ones definitely makes the journey to that end a much easier one

I prefer poetry to be presented at its best. I like to see punctuation and grammar working well together to reinforce the meanings and their phrases and sentences. Otherwise, we see phrases joined to each other, as if the poet has either been lazy or lacked the extra knowledge to improve the work. Here, we have a very important work of poetry. It is a matter of life and death. We sense our mortality in the destiny of another. This isn't easy for us to confront. We seek ignorance of such final thoughts. Only those who have been made aware, can truly face death. We look at its empty eyes and see nothing. At first, we are afraid. This is our human existence at stake. If we were merely mortals, then this would be normal. However, humans are not merely mortals. Every single word within us cries out against the waste. I am unique. So are you. There is an expression, 'We will never see his like again.' Even so, Easter has taught us that God preserves the lifeforce beyond death. It is the hope of resurrection that sustains us in this life. Those that have this faith in God, believe in the past, the present AND the future and we therefore spend our lives in prayer and good works. No matter where we are, while there is a single thought left within us, we can still pray. This is life. Not the striving for more and more things, while others starve to death. Let's be more sympathetic in regard to complete strangers, men, women and children facing terrifying squalor, disease and persecution. It's easy to feel sorry for the Georges of this world, because they are the good ones we don't want to lose. But what about the tiny babies who haven't the strength to lift a finger to do any good works? They are more deserving if left to live a full life than the ones who have already lived for decades... Many of these have never seen a shoe... and they don't even know that each one of them has an eternal soul...

lucky George, he will always be alive in ur heart and all hearts who love him, and ur nice and lovely poem about him, well write dear, its touch my heart

I'm sure all that love he must be feeling from his loved ones like you is making everything a little easier for him now.