The Wall (final copy)

Here's the final copy of The Wall:

Climbing up clinging ivy

Seems ever so simplistic,

For using that shining green rope,

One can conquer the highest peak.

But when the time comes to begin,

The wall is just too tall, and the feat is overwhelming.

Searching for cracks and chips

Is seemingly easy at first,

For a miniscule defect is all that’s needed

To scale its surface, weather worn

But when the time comes to begin,

The wall is just too smooth, and the deed is impossible

Fingers gripping, though knuckles white

Appears effortless to some,

For when using power and nerve

One can reach the top.

But when the time comes to begin,

The wall is just too slick, and the act is much to bold

But when given proper tools,

Hesitation is evicted.

With the rope of care, and the hook of patience,

Perseverance is the only option.

To these sacred few, scaling the wall is a mission accomplished.