The Wall
The wall
The wall was built to keep them out.
Or was it built to keep us in?
Built so tall you can't climb over
And you can't go under it.
So long that you can't go round.
No doors at one end
But a gate to let you in or out.
You can touch the wall
But don't climb on it.
It's just a wall to me and you.
Copyright © Harold Hunt Sr | Year Posted 2016
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