It appears that we needed more speed As we wanted to get everywhere real fast I never could understand the reasoning Except maybe nobody wanted to be last There were few cars on the road back then Bicycles were the mode of transportation The horse and cart was also there And could get you to your destination But most of us didn’t have these things And we really didn’t need all that speed Our legs were our cheapest transportation They cost nothing and fulfilled our need They carried us through all kinds of weather Walking over mountains and streams Only asking that we sit down for a few moments And let the mind take their place in our dreams They came in many different shapes That helped us walk in all different ways And in the night their only request Was to rest them for the following day So now the reason for a poem like this To make us think well, of our feet To be kind to them that carries our weight And stop stamping them out on the street Michael Christopher Daly April 3rd, 2008 |
Short stories and poetry about growing up in Limerick, Ireland written by Lelia Street native Michael C. Daly now living in New York
Thursday, April 03, 2008
An Ode To The Feet
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