I may have been stomping angrily through gravel, mud, and rain
To drag in the empty trash can from the alley, a job that I do not claim
And I may have fumed and muttered and maybe even growled
Not watching where I placed my foot and down it was I went
Of course I landed hardest on this hurt foot of mine
And scrapped my hands and bruised my shins but I jumped up again
I went about my days ignoring the twinge and ache
I even walked 1/2 a mile uphill all the way
Because I would not slow and admit that I was flawed
Three days later, still it throbbed so to the doc I went
He took one look at my newest hurt and he said
"You've done more harm than good, wear this big boot instead."
This post inspired by prompt # 1 at Mama's Losin' It!
And linking up with TidBit Thursday.