A mile in my shoes

I would bid you walk
a mile in my shoes
but my shoes haven't
a mile left in them.
I'd invite you to live
a week in my street
but your Jaguar car
would not survive a night.
I'd ask you to picture
my bedroom ceiling dreams
but I fear you'd gasp
for want of horizons.
I would beg you to feel
something, anything
but your golden palace
is far too far away.

Harry Gallagher