I would like you to meet,
My sore and blistered feet.
I am proud of what they did complete.
I am sure you to, will think it is really, neat.
While they have no special class, or special style.
They have been getting me around for many a mile.
Stories of the places they have taken me.
Can fill a very, large file.
Now, I will tell the stories that will make you smile.
Save for later, the stories that are somewhat, vile.
I went everywhere my feet did take me.
And can talk about that, for a long, long, while.
Now, there will be no new stories to make.
A rest my feet must take.
They are old, and ache, and really need a break.
Without my feet to lead me, my future is at stake.