no cinderella

I wear shoes two sizes too big, knowledge for a man twice my age.

I know that I know, yet I walk, stumbling, doing exactly what I knew not to do.

I wear shoes two sizes too big, and my shoulders too weak for the weight they carry.

Some days the growth is noticeable, like watching the sun disappear.

Others, I watch closely, straining to see it grown an inch, a millimeter.

But today, I am not Cinderella, no matter how hard I may try.