When I was a boy
I yearned to climb
The tallest ladder
Reaching the sky.
As I grew young
It was a ladder
To pick fruit
From the branch.
In middle age
I needed to climb
The standing ladder
To paint the wall.
Now turned old
Unsteady of foot
Afraid of height
To go up the ladder.
But at old age, don' we usually reach the top of the ladder - the ladder of wisdom and there is no more any climbing to do. Well-penned poem Sir that contrasts life vis-a-vis a ladder!
A very natural reaction.....! With age, our enthusiasm dies out as our body might betray us at any time. The rung of a ladder is to climb as well as to rest upon....! This realization should come with age. A very meaningful poem.
Our courage and enthusiasm of youth takes us up on ladder. Coming down is hard but same steady steps are needed to come down and stay secure in small steps of life. Ladder teaches us so much and so does your poems. Thank you for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful poem. Different stages of life presented in a beautiful way. Loved reading it.