My feet, as I awaken,
Are bare and cold
In my untidy bedroom’s homely stillness.
I slip upon my pedestrian pedals
A pair of cotton, dark hued socks
Which harbor none of the holes
That constant wearers give
To their friendly, comfortable hosiery.
Then, after all of my other dressing is complete,
I drop into a casual, stylish pair
Of brown walking shoes,
Designed for elegance, as well as utility,
And proceed to gather my belongings
For a trip to the coffee house
And the market.
As I turn my steering wheel
In my foreign-made sedan,
I lightly tap, then engage
The accelerator pedal,
To accompany the countless other cars
On the road making their precisely sworn
And detailed journeys
To the familiar
And the unknown…
All Writing.Com images are copyrighted and may not be copied / modified in any way. All other brand names & trademarks are owned by their respective companies.
Generated in 0.06 seconds at 9:47pm on Nov 10, 2024 via server WEBX1.