Feet!

because I just love to to walk.

On woolly jumper winter walks
Or breezy summer strolls
Our feet bear our weight like soldiers
As we wear out our souls but not our soles

Unrelenting and supporting
Halted only by our own laze
Feet are our friend from birth to the end
As we potter out our days

While smooth and pretty when youthful
They grow hard and ugly with age
But the more dead skin, the more beauty within
Like the wrinkled but wise old sage

And in the autumn of your years
If you still have a spring in your stride
You can be sure to smile out at the world
Showing all you have nothing to hide

So as you dance though life be thankful
And tell everyone that you meet
Age and heartache, thunder and rain
Are nothing if you still have your feet