Ladders Poem by Francie Lynch

Why do you put up with a social climber
With two rungs left
Before his feet touch the earth?
Is it pity, empathy or indifference?

'Choices are often ultimatums;
Free will is frequently channelled;
Chaos and dominos infiltrate like moles;
Serendipity and chance prevail.
A few rungs were damaged,
And the playing field is never level.'

Why do you put up with one so down?

'Ladders, ' she says, 'extend both ways,
The angles depend on aspirations.
Going up varies,
Coming down, inevitable.'

She concludes with:
'The law of gravity is grave.
That's how.'