I cried because I had no shoes until I met a man who had no feet.

I had the blues because I had no shoes, Until upon the street, I met a man who had no feet.

"I was sad because I had no shoes, until I met a man who had no feet. So I said, "Got any shoes you’re not using?

I had no shoes and I pitied myself. Then I met a man who had no feet,
so I took his shoes.

I had no shoes, and I felt sorry for myself until I met a man who had no feet. I took his shoes. Now I feel better.

"I had the blues because I had no shoes until upon the street, I met a man who had no feet" — Denis Waitley

I wept because I could not believe anymore and I love to believe. I can still love passionately without believing. That means I love humanly. I wept because from now on I will weep less. I wept because I have lost my pain and I am not yet accustomed to its absence.

"But he hasn't got anything on!" the whole town cried out at last.

His feet where retarded.

The civilized man has built a coach, but has lost the use of his feet.

It amuses me to weep for a dead man with eyes that once were his.

Crazed with helplessness, I cursed God and wept, wondering if He wept also. But then, what use are His tears, if His help was denied me?

I put men first in pity, then found there was none left for me.

For the want of a nail the shoe was lost,
For the want of a shoe the horse was lost,
For the want of a horse the rider was lost,
For the want of a rider the battle was lost,
For the want of a battle the kingdom was lost,
And all for the want of a horseshoe-nail.