Ladder Poem by Vera Sidhwa

Ladder

I stepped on the ladder
And high as I stood.
I stood on the highest rung.
It looked dangerous up there.

It seemed a long fall down
So it was better a bit to be down.
Then I could see more underneath
Not just above at nowhere.

The ladder in the middle rungs
Seemed sweet to be hung.
It required strength to stand
But it's scenery was grand.

This position knew no length
To be high up required strength.
To be low was nonsensical.
So the highest rung for me was the middle one.