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
Copyright © Anthony Biaanco | Year Posted 2020
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