Crippled Feet

I write poetry from time to time. Some men don't, some men do...and I don't think you are "less of a man" if you do or don't. I just want to use my talents for Him...

We stare; and never ask, why?

For It would take up too much time;

All around you look and you see crippled feet,

Barely making a sound as they walk to a dead beat;

Lame cries die out by the noisy gongs

Desperately being desperate for too long;

Love was never intended to sparkle with valentine cards

As they aimlessly are thrown to the junkyard dogs;

It was meant to heal,

It was meant to be real;

From the pulpit we preach

But what is the use if it never hits the streets?

As the tears roll down from humanity

They wait for us to come to Reality;

Genuine love, where art thou?

It would seem you are too lofty now

Crippled feet pass you by

We stare; and never ask, why?