I am glad that my feet are at the bottom of my body instead of the top.
My life is bounced around enough it is.
Its easy to separate my feet from my feats.
sometimes they go somewhere good,
sometimes some where bad
sometimes know wear
When my father was my age he enjoyed eating ice cream at night before bed, I may never fit into his shoes.
I like to look down on my feet and see people below merit makes me feel important
I wonder what happens if I leave them outside for the night?
When I take a walk in the fall, my feet walking with me . . .
Or studying price and volume charts
Even when I leave the shoes behind.