He hung from the cliff he had scaled,
a letter he'd wanted to mail,
Mailbox at the top,
he decided to stop
and consider an alternate route.
But fate wasn't always his friend,
the way down was completely his end.
The way up, not much better,
he considered the latter
a choice he would not recommend.
But he certaintly couldn't stay put
and he'd already climbed one more foot
perhaps he would make it,
somehow couldn't shake it
the feeling that came over him.
If he'd only gone some other way,
he decided he might as well pray
Oh, Lord forgive me,
it just wasn't in me
Let me live to see one other day.
His prayer had not gone unheard
at the top he recalled these few words,
through thick and through thin
you've served me my friend
and for that I could not let you down.
Hearing that the man started to cry,
I'm so sorry that I even tried.
I should have been smart,
used a donkey and cart
but instead I let pride lead me in.
That voice once again came to him,
let him know He forgave all his sins.
"I can see you're heartbroken
and by this small token,
I hope you won't try this again."
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(smile) How often the apparently quickest route turns out to be the longest!
Particularly enjoyed these lines: "I can see you're heartbroken/ and by this small token,/ I hope you won't try this again."