The Bottom of the Tree
I am beginning to see,
what makes the world go round,
and I am quiet disturbed,
at some of the things I have found.
The higher you get,
the rules begin to change,
what once you were taught,
now is not the same.
Never lie,
never steal,
do what is right,
cling to what is real.
Every promotion,
brings some change,
the higher you go,
the more you gain.
These kind of jobs,
are not for me,
I am very content,
at the bottom of the tree.
Copyright © Christy Hardy | Year Posted 2008
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