Threads of Ivy
Interwoven in my happiness
Are threads of doubt
The way the ivy on the neglected window
Keeps the sunshine out;
I can trim away the ivy
And make the windows clear
If I can climb to the top of the ladder
From way down here;
Even with the window clear
I'll be on the outside looking in -
The view is so limited
And it's where everyone else has been;
Gotta' get off the ladder
And get back inside -
But with this crystal clear view
Won't I miss the threads of ivy?
Copyright © Sandy Lunsford | Year Posted 2024
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