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Click hereAtop the ladder he stands
his perch precarious,
reaches into the gutter,
scoops out the fetid debris
soaking in warm water
only yesterday it seems
the leaves burst green
and full of life,
the water fell pure and clear
but the seasons take their toll
and what was vibrant
soon turns old,
and clogs the pathways
of release
sits and stews
spills over and seeps into avenues
it should not go,
undermines foundations
and brings the body down
he tries to maintain
his balance,
more uncertain every year
keep the channels open
the task seems never ending
the amounts ever increasing
sometimes,
he just feels like falling
to fall, just aim for a soft landing, and never forget to look up at the sky while you're there, on your back, feeling down..i really enjoyed this poem :)
Think sometimes we all feel like falling, or that we have already fallen.. Loved this poem.. Makes one think... Thats what we are here for right.. You drew a wonderful picture with your words.. Talent you def. have.Thanks for the lesson in imagery and flow, was great~~