Ode To A Toe

True little friend

your always around,

never complaining

not even a sound.

You’re taken for granted

I’m ashamed to say,

with little attention

given along our way.

You’ve always been easy

without any fuss,

and yet on occasion

you’ve caused me to cuss.

It seems at times

you must go your way,

taking your course regardless

of what I say.

I keep you trimmed

and cleaned so often,

taken to the point

that you steadily soften.

So tell me little friend

constant companion of mine,

why must you stray

from time to time.

Well finally I think

you’ve gone to far,

like a spoiled child

or a pampered star.

While going our way

you spotted a chair,

going full steam ahead

giving me quite a scare.

You forged ahead without

fear of a token,

now I’m afraid

You’re definitely broken.

Though I tried hard

to keep you in shoes,

the force of your impact

gave you blacks and blues.

What can I say to

convinced you of your fate,

as one out of five

You just don’t rate.

So stop this folly

just follow the row,

for you see my friend

you’re just a little toe.

Gary R. Cramer

July 27, 1987