'Bare Foot' Poem by Linda Winchell

I remember always walking bare foot
when I was a child of three or four.
I sure can't seem to do that again
feet won't even take the coldness of my floors.

My toes curl up like pretzels
when I try to stretch them out.
And when I place them in my shoes
the sides of my feet are now hanging out!

When I look down and take a gander
at my feet from time to time.
I can not believe how far they have taken me
and that they even look like those feet of mine!

They're dried up like two sun dried raisins
with lines of red and blue running over the tops of them.
My nails are not fresh as once remembered
So now I place Dark red polish all over them.

'Feet don't fail me now', I cry!
For we have so much more walking yet to do.
I promise to be a better master then I've been
and take much better, footie care of you!