Eagerly beginning the wall to scale,
Using only my hands and feet.
Resolved to follow the hardest trail,
I confidently place my cleat.
Suddenly, there’s no foothold to rest,
Desperately, I cling to the wall.
My heart is pounding in my chest,
My ascent slows to a crawl,
My feet and arms tire and shake,
The safety line invites me to bail.
Should I reach for the line and forego the ache,
Or continue to try, maybe fail?
The voice from below says: “Look to the right”,
I reach and grab a far hold.
Propelling free from my previous plight,
Good advice is more precious than gold.
It’s romantic to view the world as a wall,
Scaled heroically by pure self-esteem.
But in complex endeavors you’re certain to fall,
Without the support of a team.
© Copyright 2011 Yaacov Apelbaum All Rights Reserved.
2 thoughts on “Scaling the Wall”
Yeah man! This is like beatnic poetry but with an SDLC twist.
I didn’t get much sleep last night
thinking about underwear
Have you ever stopped to consider
underwear in the abstract
When you really dig into it
some shocking problems are raised
Underwear is something we all have to deal with
some kind of underwear