in sympathy we speak
empathy we try
but really,
we don’t understand
until the shoes are filled one day in time
and it makes us wiser to those
who understand not,
     their woes
as we understand not,
     our own
until we grow and become
that once advice we held on to
but never really had hope
to overcome the obstacles
of such miserly trials
in time
yes, time
that one thing that never
really dies
it never stops
   this life
it goes on outside of our strife
we move on
and live stronger
than we had once felt
before we were wiser