The Times Sept23/9
The Times
The hurdles were so high
I climed over them the best that I could
but they always seemed to get higher and higher
so high in fact
that none could jump them in the end
except for those who sailed right by
on the broken backs of the humbled
Copyright © Mark Beal | Year Posted 2009
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