Old Woman's Reply
"Back to the shoe?" You'll never catch me,
Domination? Dominion? That's his-story.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" i grimace. Your shoes squeeze and sting!
Life doesn't make sense, if i cannot sing!
Trying to fit in, something always felt wrong,
In the molds others made, i would never belong.
Mom always said: "If the shoe fits, wear it."
But what of the wild foot? Why not grin and "bare" it?
For naked they come and naked they go,
Stepping first with front paw, and littlest toe.
Touching down onto earth, my feet spring and prance,
Awakened, once more, in exuberant dance.
Now, with stick and with stone, and tree-weaving ropes,
i yield to the land, amid rising hopes.
Together, in harmony, we'll sing in the land,
For a culture of peace, please give me your hand...
And your hand, and your hand, please hear the call,
Each piece of the peace, we are gathering all,
To tell the new story, to sing the new song,
Our voices as ONE, now, we foot our way hOMe.
"Back to the shoe?" You'll never catch me,
Domination? Dominion? That's his-story.
"Ouch! Ouch! Ouch!" i grimace. Your shoes squeeze and sting!
Life doesn't make sense, if i cannot sing!
Trying to fit in, something always felt wrong,
In the molds others made, i would never belong.
Mom always said: "If the shoe fits, wear it."
But what of the wild foot? Why not grin and "bare" it?
For naked they come and naked they go,
Stepping first with front paw, and littlest toe.
Touching down onto earth, my feet spring and prance,
Awakened, once more, in exuberant dance.
Now, with stick and with stone, and tree-weaving ropes,
i yield to the land, amid rising hopes.
Together, in harmony, we'll sing in the land,
For a culture of peace, please give me your hand...
And your hand, and your hand, please hear the call,
Each piece of the peace, we are gathering all,
To tell the new story, to sing the new song,
Our voices as ONE, now, we foot our way hOMe.
