Let them treat me as a foot mat (Let it go)
a poem by Reginald Ajay Jacob, India
Let them treat me as a foot mat,
Even then a purpose is served,
He washed the feet of his disciples,
Even master his disciples served.
Don't feel disheartened oh my soul,
Life has its highs and lows,
Million-dollar advice is this,
Let it go, let it go, let it go.
Note:- Christ himself washed his disciples' feet
