A Ladder


A ladder is like life,
You can go up or down.
A ladder can shake,
You can fall or break.
A ladder is any size or color,
Yet appearance is not true.
A ladder is so simple,
yet possibilities endless.
When you go up,
must you come down?
Is one ladder the equivalent?
When you go down,
must you go back up?
So you say,
some ladders die with ashes away,
some ladders continue on,
passed again from day-to-day.
We all wonder what it takes,
to give harmony a day.

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