I’m Living and Breathing Too

Crowds come but never to see me

Excited by their chosen celebrity

Never noticing that I was bedecked

Trimmed and outfitted my best ever yet

Rains may come and soon too the covers

Everyone sporting their loyal umbrellas

Can’t remember ever being treated this way

Once I was trampled but not like today

Unending it seemed and I was very busy

Rebounding mishaps and cushioning spills on me

They dug their heels into my regal coat

And jumped and punched without taking note

They cry and I soak up their tears

Whether from victory or their defeated despairs

I’m marked for life although I don’t like tattoos

My coat is torn easily and it’s me who often lose

By their skids and trips and when I brace their falls

Landing as soft as their bouncing balls

Even with the abuse I keep my glow

Don’t want to embarrass them when they’re on show

One day I’ll get noticed for all that I do

Notice as a living, breathing participant too