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Climbing Like Me
Climbing Like Me I climb to some lofty place I've never known, as one by one..., my feet alight the ladder rungs, though blistered now. I look up from the swaying, rickety works that ascend toward the heavens. Dreaming of down below.., where there is a ground. Now, try to remember what it felt like to walk barefooted..., through grass, and mud, and the sandy stream bed. From this vantage, the distant vista, my toiled years I see. The meadows, the hills, and the misty mountains beyond. I take my rest and watch the children playing far below, and feel the coolness of the growing twilight. Down below there is a chance for redemption. Up here, on this ladder of my choosing.., there appears none. Thirsty now, so many years gone, I long for the taste of cool water, that flows so far below, so cool. A small smirk plays across my face as I begin the climb again. I look out for miles, at the multitude of ladders. All of them climbing, squandering precious moments... like me.
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