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They Kept Walking

I am a sidewalk.
I am new, freshly paved.
I am solid. 
I attract attention, 
Even if only for one unmemorable moment...
Before you step on me.
I don't pay much notice
To the footprints, the evil soles
That come solely to harm me.
To use me.
To ignore me.
I take one for the team..
I mean, I am here for safety.. right?
I am here to protect,
from cars that come speeding down the road.
I am here to help others avoid danger...
My friends. 
My users.
But it hurts.
It hurts to be walked on everyday.
No one needs to thank a mundane sidewalk.. right?
But oh, they do.


I am old now.
No one can deny that I have cracks all over.
Blemishes. 
I have helped so many,
Seen so many,
And I am worn.
I am sick of seeing the bottoms of your shoes.
Help me up... please?
I know I have become gray,
And weathered,
And my gravel is coming loose.
I'm damaged.
However,
Won't one pedestrian,
Just a single soul,
Take a moment of their time,
And just thank me?
Thank me
for 
being
their 
shield?

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