**Warning excessive use of homophones and puns**

Written in response to a Big Tent Poetry prompt on feet.

Downtrodden by
life’s disappointments
You limp along

Waiting for some
Mary to come
And fall at your feet
In devotion
To bath them with
Her tears

When she fails to
You nail those
Poor appendages
To your own cross

And balling at
This calloused life
You wait for
Your sole to heel

If only you would climb
Down from that cross

You may find happiness
Watching stars
In the arched sky
And digging your toes
In the sand