The Foothills of Life

Take care of your feet those clay looking things molded by a blind sculptor hardened by miles and time. Sure, treat them to a pedicure powder-paint jewels on the nails pet them like twin royal elephants that'll take you to beautiful places that could never be reached otherwise. They helped you discover new things didn't they, like numbers as your mamma counted them lovingly. When your old and alone -when they ache all of the time when you're no longer flexible enough to pet and paint them you'll know you've tasted whirlwinds and lived a fulfilling life and when you die don't let them put shoes on those elephants have them bejeweled ,let them dance one more time in the light yes I know it looks more like a boot than a foot