Feet

Your feet:

Dirt road walkers
Mud squeezers
Street passers
Bike riders
and Caressers

My feet:
In frailty
accepts time’s cruelty
and age with beauty.

Hardly four feet climb
hills and mountains
Can crawl up legs
Wind calf,
inch round
hard thigh
Feet winds up in bed.

Almedia Knight
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poem by Almedia Knight Oliver
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