William P. Harris Sr. Poet Rhyme

The Climb

Spent most of my days 
Waiting in line
Mostly for a box made from pine
Climbing the hill
Why doesn't life come in a pill
Day after day
Mostly without pay
Steadily climbining ,
Life,  love , reality, always colliding 
Working yourself
Dreaming of wealth 
Climbing ever higher
Such is desire
Losing all to a blind eye
Giving yourself to the white lie
Tomorrow
 sorrow 
Beg or borrow
Tears 
Fears
The passing of the years
Can feel the rain
Easing the stain
Strain
Lost in among my brain
The mind of madness
Created by great  sadness 
Climbing forever this hill
Beyond what it means to even feel
Can't get no higher
Lost in the fire
The flame
Of self blame
No escape no matter 
Became the Mad hatter
Life's just a show
You must know
No surprise 
In life no matter how far you rise
Happiness is just a disguise 
Worn by the wise

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