But, who ever thought of the ladder
that leans against wall to be scaled,
Offering itself to serve changing feet
even if its name will never be hailed!?
Lesser likely to give it a kind thought
are those whose fortunes it descend,
Whose fall it cushions to prevent
long drop to sudden stop, dead end.
Aye, it is just a means to your end
a lifeless object, nothing more,
But it doth take you to the height
you never had wings or leap for.
It has no use for your gratitude
so do not bother offering it any,
But be kind to its creak and reach
a privilege still denied to many.
Be gentle to steps on your way up
look not upon them with a frown,
For they'd be your one sure wish
if you were on your way down.
This rhyme is like that very ladder
it doesn't go up or down on its own,
But just a means to remind you
of the little blessings lesser known.
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