I walk this floor and cannot see.
So please don’t walk in front of me!
I ask and ask, but to and fro,
My path is still the way they go.
Perhaps I need to wear a sign:
Those feet are yours, and these are mine.
And if they cross, we both go down.
I walk this floor, so walk around!
Oh be ye person, dog or foul,
Please find another place to prowl.
This house is big enough, you see.
I walk this floor. So let me be!
Remember as you end your day,
The vacuum has a place to stay.
And put things back where they belong
Before the nighttime comes along.
If one dark night the power goes,
You’ll need a torch or lantern’s glow.
And you will have to ask me where.
I just might find them, if I care.
I live here too, not having sight.
But I’m not giving up my rights.
You see the people, pets and more.
But don’t forget: I walk this floor!
This poem is true. It’s funny, unless you’re the one tripping over, colliding with, banging into, knocking over, or otherwise having unpleasant encounters with people, pets, and assorted obstacles–not in an unfamiliar place, but at home. It’s not what I usually write, as I don’t like to dwell on these things. But sooner or later, everything must come to light! Please remember, whomever you meet in your daily life, show some (un)common human respect for them!
dVerse OpenLinkNight #196