O Messenger of my free will!
My Constitution and my Bill
Of Rights to go or else to stay,
To genuflect or disobey,
To flee by indecision haunted
Or make a leap of faith undaunted,
My foot! My ankle! Knee! My leg!
You can outrun and you can lag
Behind—you have me in your hands,
Though, wait, I ought to make amends:
No wish I had you to insult,
This is the pitiable result
Of my irrational muse that goes
To places that she hardly knows…
O foot! Our history is in debt!
Without you we would not have had
The famous feat of Marathon
And crossing of the Rubicon,
Without you there would never be
A way to kick the ball or ski,
And even being resolute,
I’d still be late for my commute.
My legs! You make the whole world run
And in addition bring us fun!
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