How many miles
Have these old feet tread,
From an infants walking,
To an old man dead.
From nimble steps.
To running free,
Thousands and thousands,
Of paces for me.
Down through the years,
Day in and day out,
When i was thin,
When I was stout.
When i was young,
And had not a care,
In toil and trouble,
You always were there.
You carried the load,
When tired and so wrought,
In all kinds of weather,
We gave you no thought.
But God loves it all,
Especially our feet,
With bunions or corns,
Stinky or sweet.
He does love the lowly,
This I have found,
Because they are humble,
And close to the ground.
A lesson to learn,
And one we should know,
Our feet show us clearly,
What's best for our sole (soul),
We take them for granted,
Like most people do,
Oh, lowest of members,
This ode is for you.
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MEOPA (
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My comments on the poem "Ode to my feet” by Meopa
It is typical of poets to see what others miss out. A poet sees the value and sacrifices the feet do for us for a lifetime. You rightly sing the glory of feet. Please see my poems “The stomach, that wonder,” “The heart, that wonder” and “The rule of the intestine” on my site allpoetry.com
Best wishes.
Soman Ragavan. 13 June, 2023. //
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