The Ladder

I Had Once Wrote That I Climbed A ladder. With each Step up, the Rungs turned Into tree limbs Made for squirrels. My sprightly arms And legs transformed Into wrought iron wings. I perched to take to the air Like the glorious albatross, But the weight tugged and Thwarted a new freedom From the physical world. I’m only a nonfictional Descendant from man, Descending a ladder One actual rung at A time. With no Help, alas from A premature Fantasy that Will make Me want To keep Going Up.