The Doormat

Tumble Tumble Tumble Out of the dirt and into the rubble. I’m left with one question How did I fall so low? As I tilt my head upwards I taste dirt and see grass. I feel your shoes trampling me I really do exist beneath you While my purpose it to let you walk all over me You wipe the remainders of a busy day onto me Hi Please Notice Me At least pick me up and dust me off once in a while. I welcome all your troubles into my home It would be nice if I didn’t always have to feel alone. - the doormat.