The Climb - Poem by niky mur.
Something hidden in the box
In the closet where it gets lost
Using all sorts of things to reach
You never could nor you should
Use the chairs and ladders of sorts
Or use the bed by the door
Hang on curtains or the ceiling
But dont look down when you're spinning
Great! you fall on all the socks in the drawer on the floor
A lil' bump here and there
But nothing serious or to scare...
Once again the climb begins
Hold your hats and forget your fears
Taking one step at a time
Hope to reach with your hopes high
Getting closer inch by inch
Something falls and hits your chin
A lil' cry here and there
But you find out its a lil' bear.
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