My feet are the only things to support me.
My back, even though it was my primary support,
Seems to have given up on me.
My legs are sometimes there,
But only about half the time.
They’ll help me go for a walk,
But they can’t help me run.
Maybe my back and my legs have failed me,
Or maybe I’ve failed them.
So who are my feet, you ask?
My back? My legs?








I’m the only thing that can support me.
My family, even though it was my primary support,
Seems to have given up on me.
My friends are sometimes there,
But only about half the time.
They’ll help me through the day,
But they can’t help me through my life.
Maybe my friends and family have failed me,
Or maybe I’ve failed them.
But the worst part is,
There’s absolutely nothing I can do about it.