You’re quite strange, but
You guide me through life,
Stepping through
Dewy grass or
Snow knee deep.
I’m clumsy as all get out,
Jumping from peaks and ledges
Too high.
I hurt you.
Stubbing your toes,
Spraining your whatchamacallit.
But you still
Remain strong.
You heal–get it?–while
Anchoring me
To this world.
Aiding me in my lazy days
(monkeys have nothing on me –
I retrieve quarters, even dimes,
With my toes),
You’re always there.
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