Kicking off the mud, a poem to critique?

This lines said it all :

"It's universal,

the great equalizer,

like death.

No one is above it

or excluded,

because

the mud on our heels

is called life."

great pen!

It's a clever poem showing obvious skill. My problem is that on first reading, it seemed a little depressing although you give a general summary at the end. Of course, the first stanza accurately describes reality. Maybe I just want more fantasy in real life! Your visual images work but everything can be improved..Right? Trying to be as helpful as possible...

I give my 4 inch stilletos an xtra shake ma so the mud goes everywhere. And I'm not afraid to take them heels off and squish my toes in it either!

OH gee Ma thats so good. Im barefooted but i know i got mud to spare.

My mother-in-law, a half Pottawatomie Indian woman, (God rest her soul) used to say..."If you're walking right, the mud on your shoes is clean dirt"...

so true

Croc's are creepy....

Never a day of dirt

that waters did not make

clean

Very nice! Your work is interesting and clever. Thank you for sharing.

Ashes to ashes and dust to genius.

I feel your mud!

Love it!

Choices, choices, choices....everything is about what choice we make in each moment in how to deal with our mud.

*bare feet* I just wash em off. ;)

and that next step when we reach it

interminably large

and the overwhelming

reluctance

to take it...

is the next step

directing us to

our destiny