Stairs

One hundred steps stand before me,

One for every choice I make,

Up and up I go,

Then the steps fall from under me,

By bad choice,

Brought me back to the beginning,

So I climb these stairs,

The stairs of my life.

Reviews

[apocalypse]

Nice way of putting the essence of moving ahead with life in a few words.. good work again.

[C.J.]

wow true and I like the way you say makeing a bad choice is like the steps fallingfrom under you it dose feel that way and then having to start over I like it another good job.