The Smile of a Friend
From the burnt out ashes of inmate 73168
A poet was born
My words confessed my truth
My truth became my ladder
And I started to climb up out of that hole
Because I knew at the top of that ladder
There was an angel waiting for me
As I was climbing up the ladder
Knowing how far I had fell
I fully understood that I had a long way to climb
As I was ascending I started to ponder
If at this point I stop another from falling any further
Will the remaining distance they would have fell?
Be taken off of my own climb
Thus shortening the length of my own ascent
Of course I contemplated that the answer was no
Because
There are no shortcuts to heaven
But I learned
The more people you help up their ladder
The more beautiful the scenery is from your own
Because nothing is more beautiful
Than the smile of a friend
Copyright © Michael Jordan | Year Posted 2008
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