Barefoot Man

It’s nice to be barefoot when walking the beach;
You can dig your toes deep in the sand.
And kicking your shoes off in luscious green grass
I something I can understand.

But today, in the park, on the reservoir track,
I encountered a shirtless athlete,
And to my surprise, he was striding along
With no sneakers or socks on his feet.

The path’s made of dirt and it seems pretty smooth
But for bare feet, it’s not too appealing;
For under its seeming innocuous mask,
Who knows what it can be concealing?

Perhaps there are pebbles or really sharp rocks,
And possibly spiders or bugs;
But even if nothing unpleasant is there,
The mention of it causes Ughs!

The man looked content and relaxed and quite fit
And his face revealed no kinds of clues
As to why he decided, on Central Park turf,
To exercise wearing no shoes.