On your high position staring down
Any one why they might grown
Day to day you hear them moan
She stares down without a grown
Weighs you now although so slow
You the measure She let's flow
With no emotions She let's go
The same old volume you bestow
Same the ladder we all climb
Scale in one hand use your time
You need to climb up for a while
Judge another just in time
Another also with a scale
So the battle is their tale
Be the strong hand in while
Mindful those will weigh your time
Arno Le Roux 2014
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