I would raise my hand in protest,
But that’s really not my style.
I have a beef with all of you,
And it’s taken quite a while!
You give your praise to hands,
That wipe away your tears.
What about us lower down,
The abuse has been for years!
We stand around in 3-inch heels,
We make your legs look great.
But have you ever really thought,
About the bloody weight!
Pantyhose and socks,
All crammed in running shoes.
Then you make us run a race,
Next will be tattoos!
Remove our shackles and let us be,
Think sand between our toes.
Perhaps a walk along a beach,
Your feet would not oppose.
Take a moment and remember us,
And all we do for you.
As you stand and take a bow,
Don’t let our beefs accrue.
Oh, trust me… my feet have let me know that they are no longer “jiggy wid” the abuse they have taken for years. And years. They are now pampered 😉
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My feet are now pampered and they tell me often how much they appreciate it. I never tortured them as badly as some of my friends, I never had that kind of balance.
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Yes, I imagine yours are now. May I ask how long they have been? A very dear friend of mine that I went to high school with has been wheelchair bound with MS for over 20 years. Two ladies I know were diagnosed at the same time and one is still walking about, while the other has needed a wheelchair for over ten years. It’s a damn disease that hits in so many various ways.
And you were smart to not fight the lack of balance!
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I’ve been in the wheelchair for almost 20 years. I used a scooter for a few years before that and prior to that, walkers and canes. I have been lucky though, my progression has been slow. And my mind still works. I have a good life.
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I bow in reverence of my feet. When I was in moon boots for my fractured foot I yearned for my sandals or slippers. I learnt the hard way. No heels eversince my spinal surgeries. Good piece Pam. Thanks
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Glad you liked it!
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👏👍I sure did. Thanks
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Never. Never in a million years would I be able to do what you ladies do. Nope, never. Not ever.
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I guess because I was a tomboy I could never do what many of the ladies did. I never had that kind of balance. But I did like little heels. Yes, I still have that vanity.
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I would be a tomboy if I was a girl. And then I would be a tomwoman. Whatever it took to steer clear of heels. I’m clumsy in sneakers, so I can’t imagine how dangerous I would have been in heels.
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Ah but dear lady, your post endears us to them and they have ever served us greatly…but…have you ever sniffed said shoe, boot, heels we make them suffer in. They slowly let us know what they think of their treatment and if that is not enough they sneakily snap a heel or shoelace to leave us beggars at a ball 😂 🤣
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Ha ha ha! I have and you are right. Pantyhose in a woman’s shoe, eight hours on your feet. It is unpleasant to say the least.
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A long time ago, I traded fancy-schmancy dress shoes for comfortable dress shoes and I never went back. My feet deserve better,
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Smart move. The sooner we learn that, the better things will be.
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Since my dad was the manager/salesman of the shoe department in an up class men’s clothing store, my feet never got abused. No spike heels for me, only sensible heels. I resented it then, but I can’t thank him enough now. Everything, loafers, sneakers, boots, slippers and sandals, if they didn’t fit me to his satisfaction, I didn’t get them.
My dad lost some customers over the years because he wouldn’t sell women Ill-fitting shoes in a size too small so their feet would look smaller. Ahhhh, vanity!
I just love this poem today Pam. It brings back so many wonderful memories of my dad. You outdid yourself…..once again.
Ginger
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What a wonderful memory Ginger! There are two stores I love to spend time in, one is a bookstore the other is a shoe store.
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I never wore 3″ (or higher) heels and I often wonder how women manage to walk in them all day long. These days, I want comfort, so I spend a little more on shoes and sandals and make sure I’m comfortable all day long. Bare feet are the best, but that’s a given no matter if on the beach or at home.
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I agree with you. Bare feet are best.
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The feet really are such a great part of our body wellness, Pam. Love the way you expressed it here.
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Thank you Cheryl. It was fun writing it.
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Sands on the beach sounds really good right now.
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Me too…
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🙂
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If you are going to pamper something start with your feet. Comfortable and sane walking shoes and socks are a good start.
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Absolutely!
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This was excellent, Pam. Oh, those (stupid) years of spike heels and fishnet stockings. Thank goodness my good sense kicked in. Pam, I have friends with ALS and Parkinson’s. May I ask if either of these are what afflict you?
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I’m glad you like my silly little poem! Jennie I have multiple sclerosis. I’ve had it now for more than half my life. I am in a wheelchair but neither am I bowed, nor am I broken.
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I always knew you were a role model, as well as a writer with wisdom, humor, and sight. ❤️
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“Support staff” is a wonderful term for feet. Great thoughts in your whimsical style, but my mind wondered into the metaphor of your words. Well done, Pam. …. PS: I finally got to this. I opened this page this morning, and finally got to it 14 or more hours later.
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Ha ha Ha! No worries my friend. The words aren’t going anywhere. I’m glad you liked it.
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A lovely tribute to our feet… mine however will never ever be found in anything other than flip flops /bare tootsies for the foreseeable..my mantle has been taken over by my daughter who wears the highest heels ever known to man and can run in them how she stays upright I will never know but I am also sure that the day will come when she hangs up those 5 inch heels…Have a great weekend, Pam 🙂 x
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5 inch heels! I never handled anything above two. But I’m like you. Let my feet be free!
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Absolutely…wriggling your toes in the sand is the best feeling ever 🙂
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Perfect! As a retired letter carrier, I’ve been known to worship my feet. They’ve carried me far and wide and done so mostly without complaint. I’m always amazed by them. And when a former man in my life complained that my feet were rough, I recognized perhaps HE was the rough one and that maybe I’d had enough of him. Those calluses are hard-earned and made it easy for me to out hike him with his baby soft peds.
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Ha ha ha! Brilliant! You understand the value of your support staff.
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I did own a very nice pair of ankle boots with cuban heels in my youth – for strutting purposes 😀 … but other than that it’s always been track shoes and sandals, or bare feet since them. Plus one pair of black dress shoes that I wear so infrequently that at age 62 I’ve only had to replace once. 😀
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And an inch and a half here was my optimum height when I was wearing dresses. I could literally walk for miles, and did. Rest of the time it was huaraches or desert boots.
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