All The Feet Walked

So many feet walked up and down

The crowded road was full of them

Some feet in polished shoes to work

Some in sport's shoes for Marathon

Pretty lady’s sandals with golden straps

Their feet well-manicured with nail polish

Some were high heeled which clicked

Some were poor legs covered in slippers

But, all the feet, all of them, did walk

Watching them from the window, she sighed

Then looking at her own lifeless legs

Curled like a dead creeper on the footrest

Her hands started moving the wheels

Her wheelchair silently  moved inside