Big Feet

Written by: karen feist

When the lights go down 

and the kids are asleep

My spirit wants to party

Tell that to my feet.


My poor tired feet

As big as they are

Have carried my weight

All night at the bar


They're in a tough place 

they can't see my face

they know I am there

my mom called them “grace”

They kicked and they clunked

into doors, legs and chairs

never meaning to hurt

anyone that was there

They were always too big

I was always too tall

Why didn't they make

Size elevens at all?

The poor things were squeezed 

In a 10 my whole life

Til Payless arrived

Making everything right!












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