The Reward

Imagine life as a perpetual staircase;
Every step up, is another day:
Babies and children are given a steadying hand,
As an adult, you make your own way.

It gets tiring, after so many years,
And your progress up the stairs, gets slow;
The body weakens, on it’s journey,
And decides the distance, you’re able to go.

Once you reach your final step,
When the stairway has become too steep,
Your reward, for the part you’ve played in life,
Is one of peaceful, eternal sleep.

You’ll be reunited, with departed loved ones,
And together, you will wait…
Looking over others, climbing up the stairs,
On the mortal side, of those Pearly Gates.

To those still climbing, you’ll seem like a butterfly;
Whose left their crystalis-casing below,
And emerged above, in all your glory,
To hover above others, whose journey is slow.

© Jim Bell

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