Aug. 20, 2018
The Ladder...
The ladder by which I have pulled myself up
Is so very tattered, and worn
Some parts of it splintered, and thin as a rope
The rest solid, as when it was formed
Some rungs are broken, with space in between
Where my feet have slipped and gone through
While the others, since built with a solid oak
Are stable; supportive as new
Every rung upward, is met with more rungs
Each slip downward, a test
To see how long I WILL stay on, this time
And to encourage me to just be my best
Me, the one created, the lone climber on board
The only one who can master this task
To meet every challenge this ladder presents
For me to grow, is all that is asked
Connie R Jordan... 082018
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