With Feet on the Ground

When the feet is on a concrete floor
It hurts
On sand
It aspires for a grip
On polished marble
It slips....
How does she move forward...e god backward?
She had a twist,she had a fracture
She is cautious about every step now;
She gave up galloping or strides;
Hey folks ,she tries to walk on to a better tomorrow
She is on the look out for a chit chat for the cosy walk
A faithful four legged or a casual biped
Does not really matter...just be by her
And sing along a happy song with her.