The Barefoot Stranger
I walk barefoot so I see five and five,
the crisp air feeling makes my feet feel alive.
I even go with naked toes in the cold,
it makes me feel younger not ever so old.
Authorities think that I'm a quack
as if each step I take is an attack.
But it is my way of showing my rights…
I walk with power as this is my fight!
The number ten shows potential,
With the direction I face being essential.
My approach should not make the news,
But you my friend, too, can take off your shoes.
Sunday, October 24, 2021
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