A Life on StiltsA Poem by Chris ZA life on stilts, A life below You feel so far from everyone, Always looking at those above, So distant So belittling But what can you do? But what can you do?
You could come down, You could thrust yourself upon them, Maybe make some conversation; Maybe try and take a few steps; Be a part of the rest of society, Be one you once looked up to
Afraid, you stay and watch for a while Afraid, you stay and watch for a while Dreaming of what it's like down there Dreaming of that world above your own Down where it's warm, Way up high, Down where everyone's smiling and laughing. Up where the world seems so small You summon enough courage to make your way, Anxious, you travel with open arms Ready to greet that world you never thought you'd be able
Only to find it's cold there Only to fear this new found height Colder than where you once did reside Wishing to be down to earth Where you once called home Down where you once did reside
Maybe, to be content to be happy Maybe it's not to find a better shade of green, but to find pleasure in where you're standing © 2014 Chris Z |
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