Not Feeling It
I got bad feet,
diabetically speaking
The proper medical terminology,
or so the doctors tell me,
it’s chronic neuropathy
These feet don’t have feelings
like the rest of my body
I’m just a live man walking on dead feet
You can step on my toes
and I won’t feel it
Now if you step on my heart,
well, that’s a matter altogether different
Not feeling it ain’t all bad —
early retirement
is a fruit smoothie table side
and a lounge chair ...
kicking my feet up in the air
Feet if you fail me now,
I really don’t care
Can you dig where this brother’s coming from ...
can you feel the pain I do occasionally get in my feet?
Crippling pain which makes you a potted plant
that can’t even run
It feels like you’re walking on hot needles
shot from a blow dryer gun
You say you’re not feeling it,
well good for you
Just remember, one day
them might not be
your most comfortable shoes
Copyright © Freddie Robinson Jr. | Year Posted 2018
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