Once I was two years old, playing at the bottom of the stairs. Doing what I was told.
Then I was five years old. Halfway up the stairs. Observing things unfold.
A few steps later, and I was twelve years old. Two steps from the top, man, I was bold.
Now I have made it to the top and am eighteen. What a scene!
But wait! More steps have appeared and with them so many fears!
I am brave, though. So up and up, I will go!
Now I have made it up the second set. I am so tired, but can’t quit yet.
I am one step from the top, all that remains is just a little hop.
I am now twenty-eight and am about to jump to the top. But I can’t. I feel as heavy as a rock.
I consider going back down. I quickly look for the steps, but they cannot be found.
Now I am stuck. What unfortunate luck!
So I begin to wallow. Immersed in my feelings of pain, pity, and sorrow.
Another two years have now gone by. I suddenly look down. I am not sure why.
I see three kids, and my heart jumps in bliss.
I am reminded of times of old, and again I am bold.
I have now made it up the second set, but I can see I am not done climbing yet.
This time my heart is not weary, however, and I am determined to make it to the top. Even if I must continue climbing forever!
(Steps of Life is a poem by Justin Heupel) (Photo by Photo by Kenneth Borg)