A Pavement

Of all the things I could have been,

A pavement you saw was fit for me.

Stepped on and spat on,

Walked on and even slept on.

In shame I hung my head,

For the pain I cannot bear.

The shoes, the shoes, oh the shoes that step on me,

Heels so sharp if I had blood I sure would bleed.

Then the elements, so cruel, so cold,

The sun, the rain, and the wind that brings garbage my way.

The garbage! Where should I start?

If I spoke it all, you'd surely depart!

The filth, the dirt, and my the stink,

It's a wonder I've never been sick!

Oh to be the sky, so high, so fair,

Or an imposing mountain, even the sea.

For then, the world I would see.

But that is not to be,

For a stinking pavement, that I must be.