i am not a poet. it is not my nature. so this is an attempt and probably the only one you will ever see... and it is okay if you tell me not to give up my day job, i have no delusions of grandeur here.
So low for so long
trying to look up from my shoes seems like an impossiblity.
OH, hey, a little polish might help.
Glare off those shoes makes it uncomfortable.
Makes me look away
Makes me think
Makes me gaze straight ahead.
i fall as I trip over a stone.
I think, so much for looking around.
a dance not for one as clumsey as I.
by now i just need to accept and face the glare off my shoes, no matter how painful it it.