You Choose

Every day when you wake up,
You choose what to wear;
Either clean, durable shoes
Or a dirty, worn-out pair.

Sadly, many choose the old
Instead of putting on the new;
They should throw them away,
But they don't want to.

Your shoes are like your past.
It goes where you go;
Whenever you look down,
You can't move on - I know.

Why don't you take off those shoes?
The ones not fit to last;
You’ve outgrown that pair.
You're so much bigger than your past.

Why choose to live defeated,
And wear what you’ve been through;
You're not poor - you're rich!
Put on what I've given you.


By Jennifer O'Connor