My Old Feet by Clementine Black

These feet have trod down forest paths,
strolled sandy beaches,
climbed waterfalls and mesas,
tramped through city streets and alleys.
run down hills aglow with flowers.

These feet took me to the edge of a roof
when I was drunk with despair
and lead me back into a world
of courage and hope.
But not without scars.

These feet walked down an aisle
into the arms of my one true love.
They have paced floors as I rocked babies.
They rushed through hospital corridors
while I searched for the one who had fallen.

I have old feet and they are wrinkled and worn,
tired from a lifetime of living.
These feet are lovely and majestic
because they speak to a life well lived.