Goodbye To This Ivy

COMMON was it growing up from grounded poverty Ominous was the task; that it approached with glee Monumental; the first rung on an iron ladder would be Making its way; climbing would not always be; sunny Over time, this world; this way; driven to near insanity Now, though, looking back; It has earned a legacy It spread from post to post; life was not a gimme Vigorously working at that point; if it died right there, no one would miss me Years it would take; growing up life's trellis before saying goodbye to this IVY