They Kept Walking

I am a sidewalk. I am new, freshly paved. I am solid.  I attract attention,  Even if only for one unmemorable moment... Before you step on me. I don't pay much notice To the footprints, the evil soles That come solely to harm me. To use me. To ignore me. I take one for the team.. I mean, I am here for safety.. right? I am here to protect, from cars that come speeding down the road. I am here to help others avoid danger... My friends.  My users. But it hurts. It hurts to be walked on everyday. No one needs to thank a mundane sidewalk.. right? But oh, they do. I am old now. No one can deny that I have cracks all over. Blemishes.  I have helped so many, Seen so many, And I am worn. I am sick of seeing the bottoms of your shoes. Help me up... please? I know I have become gray, And weathered, And my gravel is coming loose. I'm damaged. However, Won't one pedestrian, Just a single soul, Take a moment of their time, And just thank me? Thank me for  being their  shield?