Soft corns,blisters,hard corns and toe nails
Ankle socks and stockings, tights and boots
Cover up the wounds with dressings white
Put your feet up, rest by doing nought
Skin so thin it frightens me to think
All I am finds boundary just here
Yet our heart and soul can contain more
Spreading like a shawl on loved ones dear
We cast our love like fishers cast their rods
Not too sure of what will take the bait
A simile so poor I blush bright pink
For love seeks not to prey but rather waits
Across the entire world the hate runs wild
Bleach your brain , don’t poison with your smile
How my heart sings 
I actually really like the visual image of all those fishing hooks of love dangling in the soup of humanity not knowing what they’re going to catch; a dreamy bream or an old boot!
isn’t it odd what the mind itself draws up?Even an old boot would suit a few people.Thanks for your interestijg coment,cyncoed
Nice to have you visiting my blog,Katherine