beyond the shattered steps there is a wall
made of glass and perfectly clear
one can see everything, i can see everything
yet, i climb, i still climb that glass wall
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Ah.. as always.. you did a fine Job.. by the time you are my age you would be.. GREAT! !
This poem is great. We all try to climb a wall to see if there's something different on the other side. But then we realize that its all the same. Nothing changes. B.B.