Hold me up when I am down
you are my feet.
I make you feel good, when I put on nice shoes
you are my feet.
You feel ugly when you have callaces
you are my feet.
You feel all 'done up' when I paint my toe nails
you are my feet.
You touch the ground when I run all around
you are my feet
I hope to use you until the day I die
you are my feet.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A lovely ode to one part of our body that we take for granted. A spritely write Marie! Justine