A wooden stairway
leading to Heaven
old and weathered
a silent progression
Vibrant and exciting
at the beginning
filled with hopes and dreams
far from the ending
Halfway up
still quite a climb
resting and reflecting
dreams still have time
Closer to the top
now in old age
leaving words of wisdom
like a sage
Turning around
one last time
appreciating the beauty
loving the sublime
Crossing over
peace and filled with love
young and eager
gifts from above
A new staircase emerges
time to begin again
excitement and joy
the journey never ends
copyright 2024 Debbie Pierce
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A lovely poem
Thank you. I have seen many old wooden staircases abandoned in the forests. Fun to think about their original purposes. Thanks for reading. Have a wonderful day!
You’re welcome! You too have a great day