Conversations With My Feet

If my bare feet could talk I wonder what they'd say? If we are in church I wonder if they pray? The miles they have carried me the journey we have made. They are my source of transportation each and every day. Some days they yell at me "Pay attention to my beauty" Then off to get a pedicure So they may resume their duty. I know they listen in on all my conversations If only they speak Help me with foundations. I owe so much to my little toes When I was a gymnast I put them through such woes. It summer now so they need to breathe they can shop with me and pick out what they need. It's time for something girlie my cowboy boots wear them down. who knows what this season brings time for happy happy clowns. Barefoot in the sand Is what they need the most Absorbing the heat So they can start to glow. So my twins that support me everyday I just want you to know You fill me with Dismay!